A gaze filled of thoughts are suddenly cut off by the sight of something you recognize which is of your world. "What is that?" you say standing up while holding the saucer and cup of tea.
John turns and look to where you are now standing. "Oh that, he's my Pea Nut Budda! I keep him a reminder of someone from your focal plain who came here and enlightened me about where you all came from. I have a ture fondness in my heart, but as a guest comes the guest must in time go!"
"Was this person a he or she, and if they came how and when or where did this one go?" you ask now with a piece of the puzzel toward getting home.
Now it was John's turn to lean back in his chair and tell of the original owner of Pea Nut Budda.