"I don't need to save anything," Lloyd growled. The anger wasn't directed at Kratos or Castiel, but it was still fierce and sharp. "I already know who I'm angry at, and I definitely know he deserves it!"

Even so, when Kratos brought up "home," Lloyd couldn't help but draw closer to the computer, only shooting one last hateful glance at the binder. The sight of those two familiar names, though, completely drew the rest of his attention. Something stirred inside of him. Home. He'd known he wasn't crazy, and he'd had Kratos to back him up, but seeing evidence of their world right in front of his eyes still loosened something he hadn't realized had started to knot tight. Not only that, but the numbers next to each name...

He reached out and pointed, touched the screen. "What do these numbers mean? How do we use this to get back to our worlds?" He didn't know what "light-years" were, either, and didn't know why there wasn't also mention of "heavy-years" or "dark-years" or whatever, but ultimately he figured that wasn't very important. What was important was how exactly they were supposed to use this new information.