"Ah," says Andrew, more to match Daniel's wordless vocalization than out of an attempt to clarify. He takes the screwdriver back and tucks it inside his jacket pocket before stepping through the door. He still hasn't quite worked out that this is a dream, hasn't quite cottoned on to the impossibility of being here. For now he's just wandering wherever the passages take him, and right now they've taken him to an adorable little corner tunnel offshoot shop.

"Look at these!" he exclaims, scooping a tin of beans off the nearest shelf, lured by the bright label. Then he frowns at it, turning it over in his hands. "Hang on, I remember these. Don't I? Yes. No. Different beans, never mind."

And with that they go right back on the shelf and Andrew's off to wander down the aisle in search of...something.