[His face falls. His dear girl doesn't know him? It could still be injury, but the most likely cause is a swap in timelines---the porter tended to do that at times, he knew.]

It's a suburban town---meaning there are plenty of businesses and people about, and plenty of vehicular pollution clogging the air, but still enough space to see green and trees. Not like the crowded cities we reside in here.

[His emotions are still somewhat riled. He forces himself to take a breath and think through what's happened before answering her further.]

I don't want to alarm you, but before you head out to greet us, you should know that many of us know you---or an alternate version of you, at the least. It's difficult to explain, and I'm not the kind of doctor qualified to diagnose anyone.

But shall I try to explain? I'll take it slowly...well, I suppose I should start by introducing myself. I'm Dr. Brown, just a wayward professor. Pleased to meet you.

[He means it, he really does. He can smile through this.]