[ No. He imagines she doesn't. There's much he doesn't understand, either. He's learned, quickly, the way of the world he's found himself in, but not how or why it's come to be. ]

I came through a portal. A mirror. [ It shouldn't be possible. The doors all shut after the Conjunction, or so they'd said. But it seems, in this sphere, it opens on a whim—people tumbling through with little rhyme or reason.

Except this time. There are no mirrors here. He's hoping, in a way, it means she'll return home when this existence fades. To where she belongs. ]

It's possible to walk another reality through dreaming. [ He glances over at her. It's hard not to watch her. She's...she shouldn't be familiar—he doesn't know her; they've never even met—and yet. He can't explain it, what he's feeling. ] Most likely, that's what's happening now.