"I don't know; maybe. I see a lot of worlds."

He frowns, gritting his teeth averting his eyes for a moment. Sure, maybe he's stumbled upon the odd plane of fire, but let's move on.

"There's infinite worlds out there, Waldo. Infinite worlds and---and some of them might be full of toxic gas or maybe---Look, don't think about it, Waldo. I'll get you to Chicago. We'll find your fish hunter friends and then we'll go out for pizza or something... Is pizza a thing in your Chicago?"