...so they had families...

 "...should we even visit them? It seems kinda...wrong, taking someones love like that. We dont know these people. But they think we've been here all along..."

 If this was a dream,it was a pretty damn realistic one...glancing at his bizarre gloves, christlpher sighed. No he couldnt be dead...not yet. He still had things to do...for...
 A thought dawned on him. How did they get chosen? Were they picked to come here for a reason? Or was it just a random occurence?

 Could they actually know people here from their own world? Christopher moved to ask, but was to late. She had asked for them to wait...fair enough...

 As another woman handed out a bizarre set of tablets, he took his, and glanced it over. Stone? But...it began to glow, and he looked it over in surprise" well then...eh...number 3, anyone?"