Scratching his chin thoughtfully, JW did some math. He could still smell the jam. His stomach made a pitiful little whine. Jam sounded so good. Jam and biscuits.

"How old was I? It's only bee two or three years." Wow, he must seem experienced! Or. A thought flashed across his mind. Maybe he just looked old. He coughed to cover his doubt and stopped at a tree. "This is it. While we're here, we need to keep a low profile or we'll upset the inhabitants of this dimension. To them? We look like terrors...same as any otherworldly being stepping out of the shadows would look to us."