[ It was too much to hope for someone at least somewhat normal, Kim reflected. In a month or so (though Kim hopes not to be here in a month or so), perhaps he'll get used to people discussing demons and spirits and other such nonsense usually relegated to the ravings of paranoid people eager to blame anything other than themselves for their own problems as being real, identifiable issues in their daily lives. Considering what they're surrounded by, Kim's the odd man out here.

Ah, well. At least the rest seems normal enough. He's certainly sympathetic to most of the notions the man's talking about. ]

No, not at all, [ he says, shaking his head. ] The last thing I remember from home is falling asleep. When I woke up, I was here. And like you, my home is smaller, less... [ He waves a hand. ] Ostentatious.

[ His home is in post-war limbo and far too impoverished for anything like what he's been presented with here. He prefers his own way of putting it. ]

Behind in this place's technology as well. How did you find yourself here?

[ He had assumed that everyone had simply fallen asleep, much like him. Now he's realizing what a silly assumption that was. ]