the orient express

So I'm not quite sure how I should be taking my arrival here. Help me figure it out.

These are the options I've come up with so far:

1. I could blame my cousins. They are quite talented and would find this sort of thing hilarious, but I'm not sure they're capable of this. So a little denial on my part would be necessarily.

2. I could accept that I appear to be on a runaway train through time and realities. This feels like it might require madness or ... alcohol. Haven't decided which.

3. I could haughtily demand to be sent home right this moment and get annoyed when it doesn't happen. This option seems like a lot of work for little reward.

Right then. That's all I've got at this point.

So, this is fairly impressive as pranks go, and I've been on the receiving end of some great ones. I'd start throwing accusations but I don't think even James is this creative, so instead: can anyone direct me to the kitchen? I think I need a cup of something hot and caffeinated to go with my mild panic attack.