[Jamie regards the other with consternation for a moment or two, starts to reply, and pauses: he doesn't actually know, right this second. Still trying to disentangle himself from the vastness of existence, he's only starting to become reacquainted with the fact that he's a distinct consciousness and not a mere facet of an all-encompassing whole; little details like his name or who he actually is are a little slower in returning to him.]
...I don't know.
[He sounds puzzled but not overly distressed; this isn't really a big deal at the moment, compared to what he's returning from. He looks away, turns the same bewildered gaze on their surroundings, and then glances back, waving a hand at the vagueness surrounding them.]
the dark
...I don't know.
[He sounds puzzled but not overly distressed; this isn't really a big deal at the moment, compared to what he's returning from. He looks away, turns the same bewildered gaze on their surroundings, and then glances back, waving a hand at the vagueness surrounding them.]
Where are we? What does...this all mean?