Spencer was not outside. In fact, he was so sure that he wasn't outside that, when the sun hit his eyes, it took him a moment to realize that it wasn't in his mind
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He'll probably have similar feelings when he stops being in denial. For now he's consoling himself with the simple fact that he will wake eventually and then this odd, odd experience will end. Not that it's been terrible, just not his normal dream pattern.
"No, probably not," he says, going along with it. "The reaction could probably be predicted if you knew any information about the individual prior to the arrival but I don't know how common that is."
Spencer smiles, a little embarrassed at what he had done. "Sorry," he offers but he quiets himself once Alfred starts explaining.
He's starting to wonder how long this scene is going to last, if they're going to get all the way to this Kashtta Tower or if the journal will appear. He's waiting for things to grow distorted, to start following more of an unconscious logic but it never does.
There's a sinking feeling in his stomach but he pushes it aside. A dream, he tells himself. He needs to remember that it's a dream.
"This journal," he says, the words sounding just a little unnerved now. He feels s obvious, like the emotions are physically rolling off hima nd spilling everywhere. "Will I need to get information for it or will it already have contacts."
He shakes his head at the apology and offers a reassuring smile. "Actually, it's not very common, but it has happened. My very good friend, Rachel, was pulled here prior to my arrival."
As they walk, the Kashtta comes into view, though it's still a ways off. Alfred points it out to show him they're not all that far. When Alfred arrived, after all, he was grateful to find somewhere to rest, to find a spot to call his own even in the face of everything unfamiliar.
"The journals seem to be linked," he replies. "When someone in the community writes an entry, it will automatically show up in your journal. Likewise, if you write something, it will show up in everyone elses'. Of course, you may lock entries, should you wish to write something private or share it with only one individual and so forth."
Alfred moves to the side to avoid running into someone in a hurry, then straightens himself out and continues walking. There are people rushing, walking slowly, walking their dogs, all along the sidewalk. The sidewalk has cracks here and there, and every so often there's a gum wrapper or a scuff mark from a tennis shoe. It's all very normal and every-day. "I check my own journal regularly," he adds. "If you have any difficulties at any time, I would be glad to offer my help."
It's simply Alfred's way of pointing out that he's not alone in this, even if he's separated from his home.
He doesn't think he's going to have the luxury of running into anyone he knows here. After all, if one of them had unexpectedly gone missing, he's fairly sure he would have noticed it by now.
Then he realizes how he's thinking of things, in the logical patters of the real world, and chides himself, though with each passing minute, he's fining it harder to keep deluding himself.
He walks in silence, turning the situation over in his mind. Everything around him seems painfully normal beyond the obvious issues. The city around them feels just like any other, the laws that his own world obeys seem to, at least for the most part, hold true here.
But...
Alfred speaks, pointing out the Kashtta to him and he looks up, studying the building and then looking to Alfred. S
He means to say something else, make a comment about the journals or maybe thank him for being so helpful. All the words stick in his throat though and it's only after a few minutes that he finally does talk.
"This isn't...It's not some kind of a dream, is it?"
When he's silent, Alfred keeps the silence, simply walking and allowing the other man time and space for his own thoughts.
'This isn't...It's not some kind of a dream, is it?'
At his question, Alfred shakes his head slowly. "I'm afraid not, Sir."
He need not worry about thanking Alfred; the man isn't worried about such things. He's only worried about making sure he finds somewhere safe, somewhere he can have some time to process what's happened.
As they approach the Kashtta, Alfred walks forward, getting the door for him. He'll help procure him a keycard for a room of his own, as well.
He swallows hard at he answer, his pace slowing to a near stop. Everything seems to burst into full color, the bustling city, the man before him. All of this was suddenly painfully real and it leaves him momentarily unsteady on his feet.
What was he going to do?
Actually, it seems he already knows the answer to that question. He's going to go with Alfred, get settled into this place and..Well, after that he doesn't know.
"Thank you" He can't think of anything else to say, despite his best efforts. "Thank you for helping me."
"No, probably not," he says, going along with it. "The reaction could probably be predicted if you knew any information about the individual prior to the arrival but I don't know how common that is."
Spencer smiles, a little embarrassed at what he had done. "Sorry," he offers but he quiets himself once Alfred starts explaining.
He's starting to wonder how long this scene is going to last, if they're going to get all the way to this Kashtta Tower or if the journal will appear. He's waiting for things to grow distorted, to start following more of an unconscious logic but it never does.
There's a sinking feeling in his stomach but he pushes it aside. A dream, he tells himself. He needs to remember that it's a dream.
"This journal," he says, the words sounding just a little unnerved now. He feels s obvious, like the emotions are physically rolling off hima nd spilling everywhere. "Will I need to get information for it or will it already have contacts."
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As they walk, the Kashtta comes into view, though it's still a ways off. Alfred points it out to show him they're not all that far. When Alfred arrived, after all, he was grateful to find somewhere to rest, to find a spot to call his own even in the face of everything unfamiliar.
"The journals seem to be linked," he replies. "When someone in the community writes an entry, it will automatically show up in your journal. Likewise, if you write something, it will show up in everyone elses'. Of course, you may lock entries, should you wish to write something private or share it with only one individual and so forth."
Alfred moves to the side to avoid running into someone in a hurry, then straightens himself out and continues walking. There are people rushing, walking slowly, walking their dogs, all along the sidewalk. The sidewalk has cracks here and there, and every so often there's a gum wrapper or a scuff mark from a tennis shoe. It's all very normal and every-day. "I check my own journal regularly," he adds. "If you have any difficulties at any time, I would be glad to offer my help."
It's simply Alfred's way of pointing out that he's not alone in this, even if he's separated from his home.
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Then he realizes how he's thinking of things, in the logical patters of the real world, and chides himself, though with each passing minute, he's fining it harder to keep deluding himself.
He walks in silence, turning the situation over in his mind. Everything around him seems painfully normal beyond the obvious issues. The city around them feels just like any other, the laws that his own world obeys seem to, at least for the most part, hold true here.
But...
Alfred speaks, pointing out the Kashtta to him and he looks up, studying the building and then looking to Alfred. S
He means to say something else, make a comment about the journals or maybe thank him for being so helpful. All the words stick in his throat though and it's only after a few minutes that he finally does talk.
"This isn't...It's not some kind of a dream, is it?"
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'This isn't...It's not some kind of a dream, is it?'
At his question, Alfred shakes his head slowly. "I'm afraid not, Sir."
He need not worry about thanking Alfred; the man isn't worried about such things. He's only worried about making sure he finds somewhere safe, somewhere he can have some time to process what's happened.
As they approach the Kashtta, Alfred walks forward, getting the door for him. He'll help procure him a keycard for a room of his own, as well.
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What was he going to do?
Actually, it seems he already knows the answer to that question. He's going to go with Alfred, get settled into this place and..Well, after that he doesn't know.
"Thank you" He can't think of anything else to say, despite his best efforts. "Thank you for helping me."
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