"I..." John stopped to think, wracking his thirteen year-old braid of all the physics his dad had managed to cram in there before his death. There was just no way that was physically possible for this to have happened. "I don't know how this happened."
Were they even in Virginia anymore? Or Connecticut? Somewhere in between? Were they even on Earth? Maybe they really were in Narnia, like Rory had suggested. It seemed like the most plausible example.
John, never one to turn down a promising adventure or an intellectual conundrum, approached the door Rory had been examining. "What do you think would happen if I opened it?" he asked curiously. "Do you think it would take me to Chilton?"