[ He knits his brow, looking at Kenzi with some confusion, then looks around as if in search of some invisible loved ones and shrugs. It's not one of those contained, just-the-shoulders shrugs, but one that incorporates a full range of motion down to his fingertips. ]

Time sometimes moves differently in other lands. Wonderland had a way of moving quickly and standing perfectly still at the same time. And Storybrooke didn't move at all.

[ He busies himself with the arm of the couch, as if there's some lint that really needs to be picked off of it. ]

Everyone that I love is here with me.