Mateo wasn’t sure what powers had been imparted to the chair he’d stolen that day from Cracker Barrel, but he was certain that they’d gotten him here. A shy, nebbish man before the transportation, Mateo felt instantly at ease in this new neon and pastel world. He slouched a bit, and made sure that the one-to-one ratio of fingers to rings on his right hand was prominently displayed. There was no reason to leave a finger barren any longer, he was cool now. The woman beside him, the one in the dress bereft of color cohesion, absorbed his cool, letting it coarse through her so that it could slowly emanate outward. The portal he’d opened with that chair wasn’t just temporal, there was now one between their souls as well. His arrival put something into place for her, something that allowed her rest. This restfulness was brought on by a profound sense of knowing; an assuredness that her search for a man who could confidently wear five rings on one hand was finally over. It was with this assuredness that she let loose a fraction of a smile. Romance had always eluded her: she’d always written other’s tales of love off as contrived fairy tales, figuring that despite her youth, her jadedness was too far gone for love. Maybe this was why all her friends had always described love as a fairy tale – because with the opening of this Cracker Barrel themed interdimensional space-time portal, it finally was.