"Will you talk to us after you've slept?"

He looks uncertainly at Bella. "Are other people going to be brought into it?"

"You've rather disconcerted your host but I can ask him not to distribute the news right away."

"Then yes, we'll talk to you when we wake up."

"All right. Sleep well."

"Thank you. We're sorry for the trouble."

"It's all right." And she backs out of the room and shuts the door.

That was weird.

Yeah. Should we stay, do you think?

...bolt if we feel static?

Sounds good. 

And they sleep.

Mirelótë apologizes for the inconvenience to the owner of the house and asks that no one who might spook the visitors be involved yet.

"Okay. Can I get you guys anything?"

"We're fine, thank you, but how have you been -?"

Small talk ensues.

Eventually the refugees wake up.

What do we do-

...talk to our lookalikes and jump again if we have to.

Nod. Cling.

Hug.

Out they go from the guest room.

"Hello. I'm Mirelótë Ambela. And you?"

"Isabella."

"I'm Fëanáro."

"Rúmil."

"That might get confusing. And you're from - not the past, an alternate universe in which it is earlier?"

"We think so."