"I see, did we accidentally teleport into a secret research facility or something?"

Topher finally calms down enough that he can check on Izakin. Absently, he checks on Izakin's memories.

"Not secret, exactly. What's left of the US government is aware of us. Our patients aren't, because reminding them about the fungus would exacerbate it, which in turn triggers the drug. We don't like to wipe their memories more than necessary." 

Izakin's memories are still there. They just don't link up to the rest of his mind.

"Wiping their memories?!"

"What was left of the US government? When did that happen, the last time- wait what year is it? I would hate if it turn out we time traveled."

"2024. There really isn't much left of the US government. The fungus consumes grey matter by turning your thoughts to it. It invades your self-image, your identity. Our drug erases the information that makes up most of who they are, and what's left can go on."

Topher makes a very undignified and scared noise.

"The Earth we know is 2016 and I doubt sorcerers would've let it to... succumb like that. What the fuck."

"I've never heard of sorcery. Outside, most people who live outside the big cities, which are gradually recovering, form roving bands of criminal bandits."

"Okay, this is probably some fucked up alternate Earth, from the future. Pretty sure if something like that happened the sorcerers would pick up the pieces to rule."

"Were sorcerers a secret? I doubt we have anything you would call magic."

"Yes... there are multiple worlds, all connected by a single pocket universe called Elsewhere. Most sorcerers just stay in Elsewhere-"

"I am sorry, Temple. Is there a place that is certain to be safe from the fungus? We should go there and reinforce our wards."

"Nowhere is certain to be safe, if exposed people go there. If you're not exposed...Chicago should be fine."

"I meant a room. I wasn't even thinking in the long term."

"I should be able to reconstruct portals."

"Of course, my mistake. Accidental teleportation of unknown origin? Anyway, I can put you in a private room if you'd like that, while I handle my superiors."

"There is less accidental teleportation that people use to move between worlds and we can use to get back. Maybe bring sorcery reinforcements."

"And the room is mostly for anti-fungus warding."

She nods.

"Follow me, I'll get you set up."

She leads them to an empty lounge area, with couches, a CD player, and a deck of cards.

They follow her, carrying Izakin with them.

"This should work on a temporary basis. Apply your wards here. Keep yourselves busy. I'll be back in a day, at the most."

She starts to leave, then pauses.

"Are our days the same length?"

"Elan and Earth days have about the same length. Elsewhere is not a planet. I am not sure about the other worlds."

Well, she can confirm that a second is the same, which gives them the rest of their units.

Once that's settled, she goes to handle the bureaucracy. 

Temple starts composes various wards with the tools they have at hand, they manage to create something acceptable for the short term.