A person! This is either fantastic or terrible news! Shang Qinghua attempts to look vaguely competent and put together and not like he’s been kicking walls.

“Over here!” He calls back, listening to the squelching footsteps approach and resolve into a blond teenager in… a hoodie? Holy shit, he hasn’t seen a hoodie in like sixty years. And jeans! Denim! Normal modern clothes! The kind of thing he used to wear before he died!

“I don’t suppose you know where we are? I seem to find myself… misplaced. I have no idea why or how I’m here, or where here is.”