Tom shook his head. "I don't even know, Pope. It sounds like something out of a cult sci fi movie of the week." Tom sighed. He and Pope had a difficult history between them, but there was a certain comfort in the familiarity of someone from home, even Pope, being here.
"I don't know much more than you. I've only been here a few days, and I gotta tell you," Tom brought a hand up to rub his chin. "I'd rather be back home with the Second Mass."