[Kurt relaxes. Charles is Charles, no matter what age. He pushes one of the beers over.] Here, mein freund, you will need this.

[He takes a drink himself, then considers how to best answer the other man's questions.] Okay. In order. You are in an interdimensional realm called the City of Sin. The only way to get back home is the same way you got in--randomly and without your conscious will or want. So, effectively, you are stuck here. So... No. You won't be going home soon... unless you get sent home. I am sorry, Pro-- Charles.