|It was June of 16:46, last I checked.| Chris notes, before offering her arm for Erik to hook his through. With her free hand, she manages a |Lead on!| with a bright smile.

(The thing about the lack of shoes keeps coming up. It's awfully inconvenient, but Chris -- the Chris who is normally in the driver's seat, that is -- does have a reason for doing it, with this particular use of their powers. A question for later, though.)

This not-quite-Chris wouldn't be able to answer. She was having a dream and then found herself here.