I frowned at the strange names and wondered why he thought I would know them. Surely, he knew where he had traveled.
“Who are you?” he finally demanded. “How have you never heard of Oversight or Maunhouser? And where did you find this ship?”
I gave the man a long and careful gaze, weighing how much I should share with him in his condition. He did not even realize we had moved from the small shuttle I had first collected him in. “I am Aunwhal, chief caretaker and researcher of the Guardian Facility. Our mission is to guard against any travel from the Black Gates. You, my friend,” I added, speaking slowly so he could understand me. “You are the first to have ever come through.” I paused as the impact of my statement settled upon him, and he turned away. “But, please,” I continued, my curio
