Danny's eyes widen at the mention of space, and he is suddenly a little more convinced he'd still go with his impressive theory. Deciding he would ask more questions later, he gives a small shake of his head at her question.

Her questions come first and his can follow later.

"...No." Danny winces. He's not used to being helpless. "There are rifts in my world. They're wormholes that pull you in from other worlds, regardless of time and space. I'm assuming the door must've been a wormhole, but that's an assumption at best."

This is likely the most he's said in months. It's sort of tragic.