“Freak out about what?” Handy asked no one in particular. Hand still on the head of his hammer, he tried valiantly to maintain a neutral, stoic expression as his mind reeled to take in this new information. Was he hallucinating? It couldn’t be a dream; he didn’t have those anymore. Was he on drugs? Drunk? Had he just lost his mind? Did… Did he make it back to Earth… somehow? Why else would there be so many humans here?