Carter has, by necessity, taken up residence in the Nexus for the time being. It's not a terribly bad place to reside, either, despite the omnipresent madness (something Carter is certainly used to) -- a few cozy rooms near the Nexus Labs, and a portal to a desolate desert world.

But it isn't the same. It isn't his apartment or his planet or his universe, and it certainly isn't his home. The few books scattered about and weighing down the shelves aren't the lifetimes-worth collection he'd kept for decades, priceless knowledge at such a high price, some of them transcribed page by page from the dreamlands to the waking world. Night after night.

Yaddith wasn't his home, though, either, at first -- and he tries to console himself with that, the knowledge that if he cannot find a way to return to his home dimensions, he can adapt to this strange place between them, and grow to love it just as well -- he tries to console himself with that as he sits down to his nightly meal, honey-milk soaked bread and soft fruit.