I mean there's no bloody logic. The Fog God doesn't decide 'oh I'll make sure to take my playthings from around the same place and the same time' or anything like that. Hell if I know what her damn motives are anyway.

[He doesn't care for any of the gods around here, clearly.]

Time traveled, space traveled, hell, I don't even know where this is relative to anything else. It's just. [He waves his arms.] Here.