A name deserved a name, and Mildmay was the last person to think somebody else had a strange name. Bucky wasn't any stranger than most names around here, at least. "Mildmay." Wait. "That's my name. Not where I'm from.

"That ain't gonna be in here," he continued, hand resting on the atlas. He knew what most people here thought at first. Listening to him talk, he could've been neighbor to Curnen. He'd found Tennessee on a map after hearing she was from there, outta curiosity mostly. He hadn't expected it to by anything like Marathat, and he was right.

"World's called Méduse. Don't worry if you ain't heard of it. Nobody here had. Did she tell you 'bout people coming from other worlds, other times?" Whichever woman it was had met Bucky when he first showed up. Mildmay hoped she had, 'cause explaining things wasn't something he was all that good at.