What. He really should not have been able to be so surprised by this. Maybe it's different in dreams? But that sort of lackadaisical approach to mental boundaries should make it easier to be aware of the presence of another time sensitive or God forbid, another incarnation. Yet even under his full owlish awareness, this still seems very...off. And apparently he's not alone in thinking that.

Just look at this complacent fop-haired milquetoast, how do you even sleep in a dream? Why would you? Having to sleep when you're awake is bad enough. Or...whatever. "I don't know, do you?" he replies, unhelpfully and caustically. "I thought you weren't in Manhattan anymore." He sounds deeply disappointed.