Winston squinted at the light in the jar. 

“You are on… [i]Earth[/i].” He quickly assumed that, like most everyone he had talked to today, no one knew what he was talking about. “That is the name of this planet… Ah… World… [i]Ahem[/i]. We have never seen anything quite like [i]you [/i]either.”

Winston would go on to speak with the little ball of light. Doing his best to explain that she was one of [i]many [/i]who had been unexpectedly whisked into a Russian blizzard. Most were from places Winston, nor any other ‘earthling’, had ever heard of. Once the sprite was calm, and, not considered a threat. Winston would invite the sprite to a meeting between several otherworldly persons and earthlings to talk about everything together. He let the sprite out of the jar. 

He led the sprite to the meeting room… Where all were gathered, [i]or, would be soon enough. [/i]

[u][i][b]THE MEETING ROOM[/b][/i][/u]

Twain was impressed by the way the young lady indulged in her espresso beverage. “Aaaah ya! You’ll fit right in!” He clapped her on the back before going toward the head of the table.

Winston and a ball of light walked in the door next. Twain waited until everyone was settled, then, he began:

“Hellooo everyone! Some of you already know, some of you are just waking up, but I am here to say that you are all part of something really [i]impossible[/i].”

The lights dimmed, and, suspended in the air behind Twain was a glowing image of the wreckage. 

“This impossible event brought you all here. To this castle, on a mountain, in Russia, on [b]EARTH[/b]!.” He crossed his arms. “Most of you are [i]not [/i]from Earth, and if you are, It has been awhile. Yup. That is right folks, [i]time travel[/i]!”

He let that sink in while he took a sip of his own coffee.

“You are here because we brought you here. NOT that we just happened upon you by accident. We are a group on Earth that is looking for unusual things. Trust me. You are the most unusual thing that has happened… in… well… EVER. Until now, shenanigans through time and space have been entirely speculative.”
 
“The way back to your home seems to be closed for the moment. We do not know who opened it, how, or [i]why[/i]. We are a bit worried about that last bit. I thought that we should try to put our heads together to figure this thing out.”

“We have got an old Russian castle, some sort of cult ritual, ten confirmed dead earthlings, and numerous deceased… Others. And a dragon. Wherever the hell that came from.” The ones assembled were lucky.

“Zesiro. I think we are going to need more coffee and snacks. As much a you can carry. No, even more than that!”