Where?

Something was wrong. Everyone knew it, but no one knew why.
Daniel reccied his apartment, Tracey walked to the window. Timmy ran to her, pulled her sleeve. "Home Mummy?" he pleaded.
Harry was thinking aloud: "So, essentially, time isn't linear and we can move in time providing our actions remain small enough not to cause any great disturbance- "
"Harry!" Tisha interrupted, "We're home!"
"Are we? I mean, back in time in our own dimension? And how can we tell?"
"Does it matter?" Tisha asked.
"Probably not," replied Harry, smiling. " We're together, at least Still feels unreal, dreamlike, though."