He swallowed.
“What year is this?”
The woman frowned at him.
“Now, boys, I have no time for these -”
“Who’s at the door, honey?” came a familiar voice.
The boys stared at the man who stepped behind the woman. It was clearly Zac, albeit, much older.
“Dad?” Tristan asked, knowing even before he asked he would get a negative response.
“Do I know you?” Older Zac frowned.
Tristan stepped back, shaking his head.
“No… no I guess not.”
Older Zac looked up then and saw the other three Hansons.
“What’s going on?” he asked.
“I don’t think this is the place somehow,” Zac mused. “Hi me.”
“Hey,” Older Zac replied. “Again… what’s going on?”
“Oh, nothing much, just a little bit of interdimensional teleportation.”
“Ahh, anomalies?”
“Oh, so you’re aquatinted with your powers?”
“Yes, indeed.”
“Tristans’ your… my… well, some alternate Zac’s son, anyway. Trying to get home.”
“Oh. Well. Good luck then, I guess,” Older Zac said, with a quick glance at his partner and her pursed lips.
“Thank you.”
Older Zac seemed to hesitate, as if about to add something else, then put his hand on the woman’s shoulder.
“Come, let’s let them be,” he said, and shut the door, pulling her back inside.
“Sad,” Taylor murmured.
“What?” Zac asked.
“She can’t have children. The idea that Zac does, even in another dimension…”
“Ahh. Sucky.”
“Yeah. He was going to offer some hospitality but…”
“Ready to try again?” Isaac asked Tristian.
Taylor shot Isaac a look. He’d been awfully quiet ever since the found out he committed suicide in another dimension thing.
“Yeah. I wasn’t really too far off, was I?” Tristan said, swallowing hard and not sounding at all confident.