Was he supposed to be comfortable with these fancy things now that he was out? Bobby Drake wasn't sure. He pulled uncomfortably at the self-tying tie that he wore around his neck, only to have it snap back and tighten uncomfortably around his finger. He struggled with it for a moment before he got his finger free and then grimaced as a particularly snooty Coluan smirked down at him.

You'd think that Bobby would have gotten used to being pulled away from his place in time and space, but no. This was the second time in a year that he'd been pulled away, but at least the first time, things had seemed somewhat familiar.

This was just different. And maddening. Sure, back home, he'd gotten compared to the older, future version of himself. Here, though, he'd had no less than three people tell him how he was a terrible Polar Boy knock-off, and wasn't that sad, because Polar Boy hadn't even been a true Legionnaire himself.

"Who calls themself Polar Boy anyway?" Bobby grumbled to himself. "Polar could be magnetic pole thingies too."