[He shifts where he is, fingers curling over the edge of the bench seat. It's been long enough that he no longer has to catch himself from failing to remember he's missing weight on one side. He just settles in, neat as you please. It's disquieting to realize he's been here in a foreign land for that long, almost entirely on his own.]

[Bizarre as the creatures and people are here, he's almost grateful for them all. At least they provide a welcome distraction from his own dark thoughts.]

Seems like. Folks go back home all the time, but... It's just like bein' brought in. Not under anyone's control, never predictable. [A huff of breath.] Fairytales never were always kind.

[A pause, and then, quietly-]

S'what happened ta Doll. She was here, 'til a few months back and then she wasn't.