“A whole lot more than I thought it did five minutes ago,” Gabriel muttered, eyeing the man thoughtfully. Really? Not only an alternate reality, but an alternate reality which broke through into other alternate realities? Unless it was archangel afterlife and this was just how he was going to be entertained for the rest of his existence—which, well, frustrating lack of explanations aside, would probably work. Gabriel’s interest was piqued, at any rate.

Mostly it was just a matter of figuring out what were constructs and what weren’t. And how many of the Sleepers actually did have a connection to their world as individuals, or whether it was all being pulled from what Gabriel remembered. (Though that wasn’t necessarily proving anything—anyone who could make a construct of this calibre could probably make sure the Sleeper constructs were self-sustaining, with or without Gabriel’s knowledge of them.)

It was interesting, annoying, and told him utterly nothing about the exact nature of his circumstances, except that Dad was probably behind it. Abruptly Gabriel clapped his hands. “So which one are you, then?”