"I've probably a better idea than this...whoever this is supposed to be," he scoffed. "Are you injured? I can take you to the hospital, get someone to take a look at that hand." He spared a look at the other, just for a moment, keeping a close eye. And not liking him so casually touching Trip.

"And perhaps on the way we can all explain the situation to each other. The so-called dreams, the names, this place..."