Killian was lost, Phoebe on the other hand was gently lifting a basket of herbs, and continuing on as if his life wasn't falling apart before her very eyes. She introduced herself, and he at least had the wits to do the same, "Killian, but my friends call me Kiki," he said with a half smile. He still clung on to the tiniest hope that this was a hallucination, that he'd tripped and hit his head or something and he'd wake up soon covered in dirt and wheat field bugs...
And home. All he wanted right now was home. His mother, running her hands through his mess of curls, protecting him from the world. But how could she do that when he was supposedly in an entirely different one? Phoebe mentioned his wet clothes, Killian had almost forgotten about that. The physical plane seemed to have disappeared there for a second, but it was back now, and so were his whirlwind thoughts that he held on the tip of his tongue.
He started to follow her, walking at her side with much more urgency than she. He stayed silent as she spoke, processing what she was saying. People appeared in this place, from all over. From different worlds. Was that even possible? Were there other worlds that he didn't know about, worlds hidden in puddles? He tried to keep an open mind, still eased by the idea that this might be a hallucination. Please be that.
Phoebe began to talk about her own world. Northwind, and Northaven. No, he'd never heard of that. Her laugh was a surprise, certainly a shift from what he was feeling at the moment. "Uhh," again with the uhhhhhs, Killian tried to think of a proper answer to her question, while also trying to keep from blurting out more of his own, "Wack is like, crazy. If something's wack it's crazy."
oh well, maybe not, let’s try again
