The redhead studies his roommate's face for a moment, before looking at the thing the stranger is talking about. His things? Without really asking, he slowly approaches the trunk and kneels down beside it. Pushing the lid open, he blinks inside. Clothes? That's always good.

He listens, silently, for a moment. He reaches inside, pulling out what looks like a journal. Flipping to the last entry, he is very surprised to find that his last entry is there; in fact, every entrance is intact. When he speaks, he closes the journal, his voice is fairly soft.

"Restore our worlds," he repeats that part with a slight flinch, "So, then...it's true?"