"If only I have been taken..." Croach shakes his head, unsuccessfully attempting to identify and process several emotions at once. "Bagropa. I do not understand." He paces the small confines of the kitchen, then sits on the strange ceramic chair, a series of movement he has seen Sparks enact when conflicted. He is unsure if it helps. "Have I been transported one thousand Earthen years away from my native time to avert some action that will have far-reaching effects into the future and the universe? I am under further onus to you for your continued explanations, yet I fail to grasp the purpose behind them."

He stands and paces again. The movement always appeared to soothe Sparks' distress - "Distress. Yes. That is the feeling I am experiencing. Bagropa." Did he verbalize that aloud? To the extent that one can produce sound in a telepathic current? Whoops.