That's something Sonny is never going to get used to, he's sure. Your world and my world. Like something out of some sort of science fiction novel or a comic book. It's only something he's willing to consider because of what other people have told him, and how things just haven't added up quite right. There are a few people here he's pretty sure are from his own world, and Credence was one of them, if only because he recognized Sonny's harsh city accent.

For a second, he's not so sure. Anyone from his world would know what Jenga is. It's a classic game, one he and his sisters would play frequently as kids. Just as popular as Monopoly and Twister.

"Maybe," he allows, seeming thoughtful. "We have Macy's too, though, all over the place. Can't remember the last time they really sold games like these."