John Egbert and his friends destroyed the world, met some aliens, became Gods, made friends with youthful versions of their guardians, escaped from an angry demi-urge, and created a universe.

But that is another life, on another Spoke of the Wheel. Here and now they find themselves on another Spoke altogether, ready for a new adventure, and with no memories of another life lived somewhere else, somewhen else, someone else.

Their personalities have been preserved; many of the same formative events have happened to them, although the exact details have been distorted like light bending through water. Orphaned from context, one can't help but imagine that they might end up feeling a little homesick. Perhaps even eponymously so...