"I don't ... know," he admitted. "I don't know if anyone's keeping track. I'd say you could look at the different handwritings on the board, but I don't think everyone here uses it, or keeps their notes up when they're done so I'm sure that's not ... accurate. And since people apparently can only stay in the welcome center for month, you can't even do a head-count in there to see.
"As far as I know, a lot of people are from different realities, yes, but there appear to be some from the same reality, just ... different points in time." He was experiencing a bit of that himself ...
Simon regarded Joshua when he made a point of saying he was enjoying the conversation, though he merely nodded in response to that. "My ... reality is five hundred years and then some into the future. It was ... 2518 when I ... was, and I lived on a space ship. With my sister, and the ship's crew. We ... flew around to different planets, taking what jobs we could find and I patched up the crew usually after each one," he reflected before he shook his head slightly.
"I don't ... really know what you'd want to know. I mean, getting into the society structure and core planets versus border moons, and the Unification War ... could take days."