So, this kind of isn't your world. At all. Dunno what it's called, but you're definitely not on Port Island anymore. There's a bunch of unstable cracks in reality called Fissures where something's been pulling people through. People have been showing up for a few months now.

[She'll just... let that sink in.]

Well, honestly, that's probably because I came here intentionally. [A beat.] My hoarding tendencies also probably contribute.