Someday someone, probably Lucius because if anyone has the gift of charm it's that kid, will have to convince Izzy to try out something less deadly to wear in the warm climate. Ed's pretty convinced an Izzy in a tropical print would be a good look, but he's not saying it on day one.

"He could be, but then he's fucking with us both." If only.

Ed leads the way down stairs into the ship. The relief is instant; once they're no longer on the deck, the air becomes instantly, unnaturally cooler. There is nothing natural about anything on this insane vessel.

"Theory I've heard is we're all from different worlds. Which--Look, a metal-man from the far future, a doctor from about a century after us. Another guy knows a Blackbeard by a name other than Edward. I met a man who claims to live in the stars, Iz. This shit's--" He shakes his head at the absurdity of it all and then, cautiously, he slows his descent and does not look at Izzy as he asks:

"Why, what's the last thing you remember?"