He heads to Prime's world.
"Hey," he says. "I need you to do something."
"I'm kinda curious and my hair is not bright white. How are my clothes, for the time period? For - the moon?"
"Errr... Decent. I mean you kind of look like a really obnoxious hipster, but - not anything that is particularly memorable."
"I guess it'd be the equivalent of wearing something from the mid-1800s where you or I are from," guesses Ice. "And I look preposterous, I suppose. Cam and Adana and Zane and Max go? Max, can you un-invisible them at a key dramatic moment?"
"Nope. But we can - wait around for the key dramatic moment when they reappear and time it properly."
"Okay, then. I can work with that. And you don't look - preposterous, you're not in neon or cow print or something, but you do look abnormal. I mean - you look like you're doing a really good cosplay of someone from a video game. Appropriate, I guess, considering your - boyfriend? - is apparently from one."
"Errr. Occasionally, not that often, though. Sorry, I thought those were just a fashion statement, whoops."
"Anyway, the Chamomile set and me and Prime and extraneous Zevs can amuse ourselves in this ship talking amongst ourselves, possibly quizzing Ice's alethiometer or playing cards or something. Go get your dad."
Adana tries to help keep him upright, and soon enough - they are at a place that looks like it's the appropriate house.
"... Can I help you?" he asks.
Max... is really bothered by seeing an alt of his dad like this. He makes a Vaguely Distressed face.
"What, are you the media, come to interview me about 'delinquents'? Because I want no part in it."