"Like a tesseract device," he says, sounding distinctly unimpressed with the idea, muscles around his jaw tightening. He's had enough of tesseracts aboard his ship. "Someone warping space around us to bring us here. If someone wanted me, they could just ask."

He really doesn't like that idea and now, for the first time, he sounds annoyed.

He's had too many run-ins with tesseracts this year to be anything else. And without Harper and Trance around, this is going to be a hard one to get out of on his own, unless he can work out who brought him here and why.

Though it's plainly not the kid's fault, so when he's offered a hand, Dylan reaches out to shake it.

"Dylan. Dylan Hunt. You?"