Robb still felt like a strange name to call a man with such a bearing. Maybe "Monsieur" would be a better choice? But he sounded rather British and not at all French. Were they even speaking the same language? He'd never quite understood that part. How could everyone speak the same thing when not even everyone on the same continent of his world spoke one language.

"With that many people they should be easy to find! Do you remember where you were when they took you out? Maybe you were with them. I think maybe they've got it set up by your world...unless you were far from them when it happened..." He trailed off as he walked, looking over the chambers around him. He'd not yet tried to find his mother or father. He'd told himself it would be too hard because they'd been half a world away, but was his heart really in it?