He spares a look to the lyre for the first time, narrowing his eyes as the music thins out. "Patience and barding does go hand in glove." John works his jaw. A bard who's never heard of hell, that's a new one. "We aren't dead. This is a third plane, an in-between place."

But it is interesting. The more he comes back to himself the more everything Cael is and does is interesting. He notes the blue communicator for the first time as well, he hasn't met anyone with that color yet, not that he has any idea what they mean.

"What is it that makes you think we are? Never seen an alternate reality before, mate?"