Still not sure what the heck was going on, Quentin spent the better part of the last three days trying to 'get it', though it was easier said than done, of course. Between thoroughly explaining Fillory to any poor soul who mistakenly asked questions about where he was from and weighing out the possibility that he was in some corner of the book world while attempting to calculate a way back, it was a wonder he hadn't slipped into madness already.

Then again, he wasn't far off from believing it himself.

Without any of his books or notes, Quentin was looking and feeling pretty lost. So, he lingered in places looking absolutely pathetic because that was essentially who he was. And even though despair seemed to get him down, too, it was not knowing anyone here or having any of his friends deal with all this with him.

Hell, he'd even be happy if Penny was here.