It probably helps that he's supposed to be looking for extremely confused aliens. It limits him to homeless people and people with tentacles for hair.

Chris tells the other Morlocks to keep an eye out for confused alien Sashas and Levs, on the grounds that this is probably what Marlo would want him to do.

He misses Chen and Asher and Kaleva but finding food for the two of them is way easier here than it was on the Isle of the Lost. 

People wear fewer colors in this world. It's weird. Then there are the people who, for instance, fly while on fire, which makes the other Sasha gape so he assumes he's supposed to be surprised by it. 

Then there's the person in the black-and-red Spandex suit, who looks kinda like a villain from the outside but who drops down into their alley and says "Hey," in a casual and not-particularly-villainous tone. 

— that's his voice. 

Well. If there was already another of him, there might as well be two more of him. 

"Hey. — the kid doesn't speak Auradonian." 

They're speaking English. He does not voice this objection. He turns to the very small version of himself and says "Are you alright?" in Russian. 

"I don't know. Do you have somewhere safe I can sleep?" he says, also in Russian. 

"Of course I do." Then, in English, "I have a place for you two to stay, if you come with me." 

He debates that for a moment, but if you can't trust yourself, who can you trust? 

"Sure, I'll do that," he says, and does. 

Cascadilev and Xenolev are arguing furiously in the living room about something incomprehensible. Xenolev's mouth is full of avocado but he's talking with his mouth full. 

He's still so tired. 

Probably he's going to have to talk to the new people, or try to anyway, but he's so tired and he's kind of clumsy from lack of sleep and he really just wants to crash. 

(He is also very, very small.) 

"Why are all the Lilies so small."

He doesn't know what that means. He holds onto the other him's hand. 

"....I guess an adult Kaleva isn't any weirder than a kid me. Hi, Kaleva and adult Kaleva." 

"Hi, tiny Lily and even tinier Lily."

"I'm from this world. Cascadilev is from a world where they accidentally made a bunch of people infertile and also for some reason weirdo fundie Christians are running the US government. Levva is an alien, the aliens have a caste system and really really like babies, he's really sad because he's from the jock caste, but he's just discovered porn so probably you won't see him much. Noonlight is another Sasha and he's from a world where some men can get pregnant and go into heat, he mostly sits in his room being sad."

"He mostly sits in his room reading, apparently he doesn't usually leave the house much." He turns to the tiny Sasha and says, in Russian, "Do you need somewhere to sleep?" 

"That'd be nice." It comes out halfway slurred together. 

"What's a fundamentalist Christian." 

"Hey," Cascadilev says in Russian, "do you want me to show you where the bed is?"

He nods and reaches up to push a bit of hair behind his ear and misses. 

Oh, no, he's so small.

Cascadilev shows him to one of the spare bedrooms.

"--Probably you should tell us about your world first," Xenolev says to the new Sasha, "so we know how much we have to explain."

He thinks about it. 

"You guys have a US so I can probably skip that — do you have an Isle of the Lost?" 

"A... what?"