( As far as the obvious physical passage of time goes, there's surprisingly little. Not only was the stress and quality of life in New Amsterdam way less than back home, he also drinks like a fourth as much now. Or, you know, a fourth as much before he got to the alien planet. It's starting to pick back up again. Still, he looks good. Healthier than he was when he left.

He picks up on those vibes, Luke. He might not have come home, but-- )

If there was a way to go back and forth I'd have come to get you eleven and a half months ago.

( Calmly but firmly. )

There's nothing. I mean, nothing we can control, anyway. We haven't figured out how it's happening, it's not exactly random, the probability of related people winding up in the same place out of all the...

( It's the sound of what would obviously be the start of a very long tangent, a tone and cadence Luke is surely very familiar with given their history, but he stops himself with a shake of his head. )

There's a lot going on here man, I don't want to overwhelm you right out of the gate. I'll give you all the details later, probably with moonshine, but for right now... There's no way back. Not yet.