"Indeed," Bernard said, "My dimension is known as a mixed dimension. In that kind of dimension, the only time kept track is the year from which we can recall or we figured the dimension was created. I can't specify a year like all of you since my dimension is a mixture of races and technologies. But my dimension's age is well over 50,000 years old, determine by Dark-matter dating."<br/>Bernard stared at the others, probably knowing this was still confusing to them probably.<br/><br/>"This will concern you all but listen closely," Bernard explained, "This dimension is most likely a mixed one as well as mine. It is recently new and whoever created it, or possibly discovered it, is collecting people of various places to populate it. I think, whoever it is is both cunning and caring. They saved me from my death and let me live. Yet, as I see it, they will not allow us to ever leave to our homes..."