Eleven smiled, almost certain Erik wouldn't end up in the same place. He'd never been the devout sort.

But he examined his friend for a moment, looking for something. That had been an odd way of asking after the situation. 'Yet', like he already knew- or suspected- a flux in time somewhere.

"He's sworn to me," Eleven assured. There was a time he hadn't known that, himself. "But ah, what do you remember, from our world?"