"Yeah," said Robbie. "When you lost your powers, right?"

Maybe it was the same.

"Then we went to that weird secret lab near Yosemite and fought the dire wraith. That's how it happened in my world, at least."

He pointed at an island in the bay.

"That must be where that teen team we're supposed to help hangs out." A pause. "Or, you know, in some other building shaped like a giant letter in their team name."

There it was! At least a little bit of the Robbie Rich knew was in this stranger.

"We should figure out a not-terrible-to-someone way to get some cash and get our hands on a computer to do some research. Even if we need to fight this Timebroker guy at some point and get home, we still have to take what he said about this place seriously and keep all those horrible things from happening here."

Not again. He couldn't bear the thought of seeing that happen again, even if it was another world.

"We can maybe roll a drug dealer or two for some cash after leaving them all neat and tidy for the police. That might give us enough for a laptop, dinner, and a place to stay for the night while we figure it all out."

It also involved theft of the evidence of a crime but whatever. Preventing something horrific was worth it in Robbie's eyes. It was just money.