The rift threw out all manner of things: objects, creatures, people. Things from different times, different places. There never was a precedent for what to expect.

Jack didn't expect anything now.

As he stepped from the SUV he saw the silhouette of the man in the dim moonlight. The lights from the city beyond leaked colour that made shadows play upon his form.

"Hey there," Jack called out. "You okay over here?"

He appeared, for what Jack could see, to be wearing some sort of flight suit. But there was no plane or evidence of a crash. Nothing to say where (or when) this man had come from.