Chris was indeed in pain. Lucky for him, it was just a whole lot of ache with some bruises but he'd definitely be feeling it for the next couple of days. Goddamn Wyatt, he thought and suddenly someone was by his side. The concern was a) appreciated but also b) confusing. He wondered if he'd accidentally orbed out of the building - or if she had done something to him. Banished him some place.
"I-" he cleared his throat. "I'm." Wait. That voice. Glancing up, his brow furrowed and with all his might he mentally pushed at her. "What the hell," he shouted, ,"fucking with my family wasn't enough you have to add alternate realities to the list, too?" Getting onto his feet, he took a few steps forward.
"Wyatt," he shouted. "Dad!" It was probably a long shot, but he had to try. "Where did you send us," he asked with a steely edge in his tone.