[ Sigh. Neal resists the urge to rub his temples. ]

Well, you're not wrong. [ Oh thank god, clothing store. Neal leads the way inside, shivering with relief as soon as they're out of the wind.

He gestures to their surroundings, which contain--according to the location notes--loose jeans in a few sizes, khakis, solid color dress shirts and blouses, flannel in various styles, socks and underwear. ] Have at. What you need to know about the Hypothesis as it applies to this place? There are. Many worlds. And pretty much everyone here is from a different one, no matter how similar those worlds might seem.