"I'd asked that myself, and haven't gotten a suitable answer yet."
Methos had just opened the door of the room he'd appropriated as his own, ready for a shower, and hoping the door would open back up on his hotel room in Bucharest. Not that he'd had any luck in that department in the lastweek. He looked at the man a moment, before adding, "From what I can tell, you're stuck here until random chance takes you back home."