Johnny gives him a put-upon sigh and a stare to match. "I don't fuckin know, man, I'm new here. It pulls people out of their universes and into a new one. Into Manhattan. And it puts us all in these dreams, and that's all I know."

He shrugs and pushes a hand through his hair. "Nobody's figured out how to go back through yet, or anything. But I guess you haven't come through yet. Sometimes that happens." He's not sure whether he wants to say 'lucky you' or not, with someone this fucked up, coming through might be a blessing. He oughta know.