"Twenty-fourth century?" John repeats, taking a closer look around. That's definitely the future from when John last saw Earth, and for a minute he feels rattlers in his stomach. Maybe the Earth he knew is gone, and everyone's dead, and he'll never find his way back.

He spies an officer in red and black sitting at a table. There's a little starfleet comm link on his breast. "Hot damn," he mutters, blinking hard. "What? No, yeah, it was amazing. Most amazing thing I'd seen until..."

He squints at that officer and starts laughing again, but this time it's low and forced and slightly manic. "Great googly-moogly. How the hell did I get here?"