"Of course," Julian says, with a smile. "Sorry. I suppose you're as much a stranger here as I am. I'm sorry I've asked you so many questions! First arriving here out of nowhere in my sleep, the arrival of... some part of me, in animal form, it's all very... well, there aren't many words to describe this experience." He wonders, briefly, if the dream world has boundaries, or if it is a dream world at all. Perhaps it is a real world, somewhere anyway. Or the shadow of a real world.

Julian flips open the book to look at the card in the front again, running his fingers over the names, grounding himself in this place, then replaces the book carefully on the shelf in it's place, almost regretfully. "Oxford, indeed. You're welcome to walk with me, if you please, though I won't begrudge you if you have your own exploring to do, or your friend to meet," he says to Gus. He wonders if fresh air would do him good, but is anxious that if he strays too far from where he arrived, he won't find his way back again. Though Gus, it seems, had been through this once before, and woken up. You know, if this all is real.