Yeah, it seems that way, anyway. There's all kinds of people from all kinds of different worlds here. [Willow smiles a little and gently brushes a lock of hair away from Tara's face.] Sorry, sweetie. I'm pretty sure there's shrimp here.

[The second question is a harder one to answer. She had decided at the last minute possible to come to Trench from Deerington instead of returning home. It had been for a combination of reasons - as being told another version of herself would wake up in her own world and carry on as though nothing ever happened. The friends she had made, and the life she had carved out for herself. Her worry about forgetting her experiences in Deerington.

It's a lot harder to justify all that to Tara.]

This world was created from a nightmare a little girl was having - she wasn't totally human and had some weird reality-warping powers. A lot of us came here from there, but I'm not sure how people who weren't there are getting pulled in too.

[She reaches for Tara's hand to guide her to the boardwalk so they can find a place to sit.]

Come on, I bet you want to sit down for a bit.