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Then a ripple in the air; and suddenly a circular portal opened, and not-Tim stepped out."..." he said, surveying the scene."Uh, hello?" he said.Conor looked up; swore; let go of Rupert's hair and stood looking guilty, blood dripping from his nose."And who the hell are you?" Ludlow yelled at the newcomer, giving the mostly-comatose Johnny onelast kick for good measure.Not-Tim looked at him for a long while."The rescue party," he said finally. "You can call me Chuck."Not-Tim walked up to the semi-conscious Johnny and crouched down by his side.He glanced up at Ludlow, who still didn't look too happy."What did you do to him?" Not-Tim asked."The little punk was asking for it."Not-Tim looked back at Johnny. "Quarterback punk," he murmured."Can we go now?" Ludlow asked tersely.Not-Tim stood back up. He surveyed the scene with its beaten and bloodied, his gaze meeting eyesthat sometimes turned to look away."Just one question," he said. "WHAT THE FUCK IS ALL THIS?"He stepped over Utah. "Derek, let Nelson go. Yes, I see that you've got him in a half-Nelson. That'svery clever of you. But will you please-""How do you know my name?" Derek asked.Not-Tim laughed. "How do I-"A vaguely psychotic grin spread out on his face. He waved a finger in the air and jabbed it at people ashe hopped about navigating bodies. "Tom," he said at Ludlow. "Martin. Harry. Rupert. Marlon.Johnny. Jack. Mike. And- uh."Not Tim blinked. "Who are you?"Eric looked crestfallen. "Eric," he said weakly.A pause. "Um, sorry. Eric, okay. Yeah. And-"**"You guys?" Ludlow cut in incredulously. "You're the ones that started it, aren't you? Kidnapping that-""Started what?" John Constantine asked.Ludlow stared at Not-Tim. "'Chuck', huh? What's your real name?""Yeah, that's... that's a form of Charles. It's my middle name, see. K. Charles-""What's the K stand for?"Not-Tim hesitated. "Kool Breeze Over the Mountain," he said."Actor?""Nah, you don't have to call me that. 'Keanu' is fine-"