He crashes onto a table. 

Someone shrieks in surprise, and then he is not on the table anymore, he is on a couch, and a woman is standing up from a table that looks as though someone had just crashed into it, staring at him with bemusement and concern. 

Also at the table are a blond man, a little girl with curly hair, and a man with black hair with a weird staff featuring an hourglass leaning against his chair. 

Now on their couch is a teenager who looks like he just lost a hell of a fight and then got some really horrible news on top of it.

He's also now crouching, cursing the fact that he doesn't have any weapons and is still low on chakra - lower than he was, even, he's dizzy and swaying a bit, his eyes won't focus - 

Eliza frowns. She has no idea what's wrong with this poor boy, not really, but if she pokes at his internals a bit, discreetly--well, she has no idea at all what's up with his eyes, but...it seems like the dizziness is caused by a lack of some kind of energy unfamiliar to her? Well, she doesn't have to know what it is to replenish it. 

 - Suddenly having more chakra is intensely weird, enough to disrupt his rising panic that they might be enemies.

Well. They still might be enemies. He has a lot of enemies.

"What's going on?" he demands.

"I don't know, you suddenly teleported into my house--did someone do that to you?" 

"I - don't know."

He might've done something. He's not certain.

(At least he's not in that cave - )

(But what if the masked man comes after him here - )

"Are you alright? Is someone likely to come after you?" 

"Someone might. A man in an orange mask."

(He's maybe on purpose ignoring the first question.)

Nod. "Can--no. What can you tell me, about who you are and who this person is and what happened to you--and what that energy you're using is, I've never seen anything like it--"

"He's part of the Akatsuki. He captured me after I was in a fight. The energy's chakra - everyone has it."

"What's Akatsuki?"

"...A group of missing-nin. Where is this?"

"Alaska." 

"I haven't heard of Alaska."

"I don't know what a missing-nin is." 

" - I might be. Far from what I'm used to." Assuming she's telling the truth. Sasuke's bad at figuring that sort of thing out.

She summons a globe from the library. 

"This is Alaska," she says, pointing, then holds out the globe in offering. 

He takes the globe, slowly, and turns it around. "I don't recognize any of this."

"...Okay...hm." 

She summons a laptop and hands it to her husband with a brief murmur in English as to what she has in mind. He opens it and starts doing things. 

"This is basically unprecedented but, frankly, lots of things are. What do you need? On an immediate or long-term level." 

"Food, water, shelter. I can work my own way."

If he's on another planet (which means his sharingan probably did do something; interdimensional travel would be unprecedented but not too weird an ability for a Mangekyou), he -

Can't do a lot that he might've been planning.

But he'll have room to think.

"Food, water and shelter are trivially easy. Getting you back home if you want to go will be harder but I bet we can figure something out. I--am sure you can work your own way but you look young enough that in this culture you wouldn't be expected to." 

Why is his brain picking now to be suddenly very sad and anxious. He can function through panic attacks now, but, seriously.

He doesn't really respond externally.

"We're not going to make you go back. It--sounds like you were in danger there?"

Shrug.

He's kind of in danger everywhere; it doesn't really matter.

Okay. 

She has very little idea of what you're supposed to do in this situation but she has, like, instincts. 

She summons a soft blanket, warms it, and then strides forward and wraps it around him. 

He moves suddenly very quickly to the other side of the room.

"Sorry!" 

"What do you want - "

"I want to help the traumatized teenager who randomly landed in my house!" 

"I'm not traumatized!"

He's perfectly functional, it's been an entire two years since the last time he froze in combat -

More gently: "I've spent years dealing with people who have just gotten out of variously bad situations. If you say your problems are all acute instead of chronic I have no reason not to believe you, I suppose, but you're not going to sell me on you being okay right now." 

The child - though to Sasuke she likely reads as old enough to be a shinobi - pipes up from the sidelines.

"Eliza's pretty good. She rescued me, and she's been a good teacher. It's okay to be scared, but the bad things aren't here."

"I'm not scared!"

"Why not? If I had just been teleported into a completely unknown context I would be." 

Because good shinobi don't get scared.

(And he's more drowning than anything, his head still full of a screaming grief - )

He looks away.

She considers the situation. 

She bites her lip. 

"If this is crossing a line, then I'm sorry," she says. 

She turns to the man with the staff leaning against his chair, and offers him a hand. He takes one look at her face, and takes it. He closes his eyes, and frowns, then blanches. 

"What are you doing."

"He's past-watching! It's cool, but I haven't figured it out yet."

 - That's - 

Probably hostile, and he closes in on himself, but - 

He's had his history plastered over everywhere before, and it makes people act weird, but he doesn't know - maybe it matters because they'll have an informational advantage about his fighting - 

"Jesus, kid," the man says. "I want to find this Orochimaru guy and stab him in the face." 

"He's dead."

"Lotsa people used to be dead, I'm not saying I'd bring someone back just to stab them but if he left a ghost there are ways of stabbing those." 

Eliza to Marian: "He doesn't mean it, we do not actually stab people for being horrifying." 

"What if it stops people from continuing to be horrifying?"

And Orochimaru's not permanently dead anyways; the fork in Sasuke's curse seal was removed but there are others. Putting Orochimaru back just to stab him would be dumb though.

"Stopping people from doing more bad things is a very different reason for stabbing than being mad about the bad things they already did, and also when you have magic stabbing is extremely unlikely to be the best solution at hand." 

"Okay!" She's still not sure when things are 'bad' but she's gotten the 'well ask a trusted adult' answer before.

To the strange randomly appearing boy: "If someone hurt you they should apologize. Apologies are moral because they help reduce the after-effects of harm, and increase social cohesion."

She's really good at this morality thing, if she does say so herself.

"...People don't usually apologize."

That is a very weird concept.

"Your society uses child soldiers, we're gonna hold ourselves to higher standards than that." 

He doesn't seem to know what to do with that.

"I'm calling a therapist. Don't...don't use any illusions on him," he tells Eliza. 

"I don't generally...car and a pine box?" 

"Yeah." 

He scowls. "Don't talk about me like I'm not here."

"Sorry. 'Car and a pine box' refers to...Marian was in a car accident and I spent a while awake and paralyzed in my own grave. Specific triggers." 

He super doesn't like someone knowing what gives him panic attacks, even ones he can work through.

"I'm fine," he repeats.

"There are meanings of the word fine other than functional, and I'm pretty sure you aren't any of those." 

Scowl.

"My parents died when I was in that car crash, and I did too, but my ghost got stuck in my body. It's okay to not be fine after something bad happens, even for a very long time."

He crosses his arms.

"--Chronos, do not literally go call a therapist, not only is doing that without his consent even more of a violation of his boundaries than we've already done therapy doesn't even work on uncooperative subjects," she says as the dark-haired man starts to get up from the table. He sits back down. 

...She looks at Sasuke. 

"I really am sorry for this," she says. "I knew it might be a mistake when I asked him to do that.It looks like I was right, and I apologize." 

He seems a bit taken aback by that. Definitely disconcerted.

"...It's fine."

"No, it's not, it was a massive invasion of privacy. I thought if it could help it might be worth it but even if it did help it would still be a massive invasion of privacy." 

Things being not fine because they invade privacy is another weird concept, especially since this seems to go past how villages will pretend to be mad at each other for spying even though everyone spies on everyone.

He shrugs.

"So--right now, what do you want. Or need. Or want to throw us off by saying you want or need." 

It's been at least twenty four hours since he last ate or drank, so: "Food and water."

Nod. "Alright." 

She goes to a cupboard and pulls out a tall glass and fills it in the sink, then goes to the fridge and pulls out a plastic-wrapped plate of ham and tomato sandwiches and peels off the plastic wrap and brings him both glass and plate. 

He examines the sandwiches very thoroughly, pushes some of his energy through the water, but seems to find them satisfactory, and - "Can I sit?"

If he's going to be eating that seems less awkward than standing in this corner to eat.

"Yeah, of course. The living room is a public area; we have guests often enough that everyone who lives here knows not to leave anything out here that it's vital not get messed with." 

He'll perch on the couch, then, ready to move if he has to, and pick at the meal.

It's not poisoned or anything. 

Footsteps can be heard on the stairs. 

He tenses again.

The woman who emerges from the stairwell walks like a civilian, at least. She glances at Sasuke only briefly before grabbing a muffin out of a cupboard and leaving through a different door. 

"Who else is here?"

"It's her and us and the twins. The twins are currently out." 

"I'm Marian, that was Reiko, this is Chronos and Johann and Eliza. It's okay if you want to tell us your name, too."

"I'm Sasuke."

"The twins are Kanimir and Jaromira. Do you want to pick a guest room?"

He's squinting at her a bit suspiciously, but - 

Getting away from people from a bit sounds at least less unpleasant.

"Sure."

The guest rooms are down this hall off the living room. They're all currently empty. They have varied contents along a theme of various arrangements and quantities of bedroom-typical objects. 

He'll retreat into the most defensible and possibly darkest one.

Okay. 

She leaves him there and goes back to the kitchen. 

"Well, that happened," she says, putting her head in her hands. Johann lays a comforting arm over her shoulder and she leans into him. 

"Do you think he's going to be okay?"

"Well...probably everyone will be okay eventually. But it takes longer when you don't understand that you aren't."

"Oh."

"I don't know how to make him understand that."

"Neither do I. Inconvenient how little use vast power is when it comes to social situations." 

"Is there anything I can do to help?"

"There may be. But don't push him if he wants to be alone, alright?"

"Okay. Maybe he'll like seeing my dinosaur books."

"Maybe! Your dinosaur books are mostly in English, though. Do you want to go over them and translate them into Japanese?" 

"I'll have to look up some words, but I can!"

She gets up and runs off to go find the best dinosaur books and pull up a dictionary.

"Whoof," she mutters. "--Chronos, can you--without going into any detail on anything privacy-invading--catch me up on the general state of things where Sasuke is from?" 

He does that. 

She says a lot of swear words. 

"Great," she mutters, rubbing her forehead. "I have...no idea what to do about this. But I can try some things." She closes her eyes and feels around for some kind of--crack in reality, or something, that might have been left by Sasuke's passage. Nothing doing. She tries some more things, while keeping half a magical ear on the area in the vague general vicinity of Sasuke's room but still in public enough space not to be spying on him. 

Then she'll catch the excited child running up to his room some time later. And knocking! Knocking is important manners. Privacy and autonomy in surrendering that privacy is very important.