[Bruce glances a surprised look at him- and then assumes his parents must be Star Wars fans and decides he's probably sick of those kinds of jokes, and not to comment.]

I'm supposed to be back on Earth. Ideally somewhere near the Federated States of Micronesia, but I'd settle for my planet, broadly speaking.

'We' is everyone who has been pulled into Hadriel through the door. We arrive, like you did, in the colosseum, surrounded by pressing danger, once every month or so. Then, those who make it out of there enter the city proper, where we have to survive. Some people are invested in the community, others prefer to live on their own and with minimal connection with the other abductees, but all of us remain trapped here, and even cooperating we haven't been able to change that.