A world on fire and in ruins... it's something Knock Out knows intimately well, has lived through himself. He doesn't say it of course, but it's there in the way he watches her steadily, giving her description the necessary weight it needs.

"That's what you meant, when we were leaving that farmhouse in Iowa. You said the year was the same, but that your world wasn't like this when you left. This is... something new."

A universal anomaly? He knew about as much of the theory as an average scientist who didn't specialize in dimensional theory. Frankly, he wasn't sure whether this counted as a point for or against being some kind of Porter hallucination. It wasn't his world, and it wasn't the one Rogue was from, even if it was a variant of it.

"Did you ever meet Riptide, in the Porter world?" he asked. "He and I were from the same universe, but not the same version of it. We never did figure out why the difference. Maybe that's... somehow what's happening here."

It still didn't explain why he was here, though.