[Sort of. He wouldn't say... parallel, exactly. He holds out a fist, representing the Junkyard.]

This is [was] my world.

[With his other hand, he lays it flat on top of his fist.]

This is the world that created mine. Those of that world could observe us, but we had no knowledge or perception of them. There was a brief connection and we fell through.

[He and Argilla had spoken briefly about it... about how there could be another world beyond the one they had appeared in.]