"Ah," Henry said, because there was no smart, smooth way to explain the hows or the whys, to explain where Darrow was or how it worked, or, really, any of it at all. And for Henry, being able to deftly explain the situation, even though he was not always the best with words, was important.
"No one really knows," he finally settled on, because that was the truth. And then, it came spilling out. It was like there was a dam, and he'd opened the floodgates. All he could hope was the the words coming out made any sort of sense at all--and he couldn't even be sure of that.
"We're in a multidimensional pocket universe? There are people from all over, from time and space, and--fiction, made into reality, because they are reality in theirs, you know? But nobody really knows why we're here, or how. Some people arrive by a train, others just--they just appear, like you. Not here one moment and--that's how I came. Stepped out of Litchfield and then, was standing on a street corner."
Henry left out the part about how he'd arrived with no pants on. Maybe he shouldn't. Gansey didn't have a shirt, after all. "You were asleep? At Monmouth?"
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"No one really knows," he finally settled on, because that was the truth. And then, it came spilling out. It was like there was a dam, and he'd opened the floodgates. All he could hope was the the words coming out made any sort of sense at all--and he couldn't even be sure of that.
"We're in a multidimensional pocket universe? There are people from all over, from time and space, and--fiction, made into reality, because they are reality in theirs, you know? But nobody really knows why we're here, or how. Some people arrive by a train, others just--they just appear, like you. Not here one moment and--that's how I came. Stepped out of Litchfield and then, was standing on a street corner."
Henry left out the part about how he'd arrived with no pants on. Maybe he shouldn't. Gansey didn't have a shirt, after all. "You were asleep? At Monmouth?"