Like stepping through a doorway from one room to the next, so too did Tacitus pass through from the past to the present, from there to here. He was missing his left sock, though the foot was still in the boot, and seemed almost frantic. Raising cupped hands to his mouth he called out, "Kwalala! Where are you?! Fehk...where did she go..." He whirl around on one foot to stare across the room, from which direction came himself, also calling out in search of the small koala, but he lacked his right boot, his badge, a gun, his visor, and his boxers. Each of them looked at one another and yelleed at the same time, echoing through the building and along the corridors of spacetime from which they had emerged.
"Where the ******** are my boxers?"