"I'm invincible. I have forcefields. And I don't wear pyjamas to sleep anyway."

"You know, we can make people fly without touching them."

"How?"

"We add momentum to your body the same way we do ours."

"That's you controlling me, not making me fly."

"You're still flying."

"I don't want other people to control me."

"So, you still want to be carried to Maurice's?"

"That's fine as long as I know where we're going and you don't take me somewhere else."

"Um, well we're going to a place called Claremont in Perth."

"'Maurice's House' was good enough."

"You ready?" 

"Yeah."

Next thing he knows, they're in the front garden of a pleasant looking suburban home. 

Moira runs up to the door and knocks. "Aunty Mary, Aunt Jess, it's Zaneta's kids!"

A tall, thin, mousy haired woman opens the door. "Hi guys, Maurice and Evan are in the backroom. Hmm, that boy behind you wouldn't happen to be Sadde, would it?"

"He would!"

"Was my son kidding when he told me where you were from?"

"Another universe."

"These past few years have taught me to accept a lot of things. That isn't the hardest. Come on in."

"They're new, where I'm from, but." Shrug. Walk in.

Maurice and Evan are playing a board game in the backroom. Maurice is dressed in his usual tye dye, but Evan's wearing what looks like a green cloak.

Of course he is.

"What game's that?"

"The Landlord's Game."

"What's it about?"