[Clear as mud and other very obfuscating materials, and his brows knit accordingly.]

And you're from one of those three places, as well?

[At least his sense of logic has remained intact, though her explanation tells him very little. Why only three places? What should he expect when he returns, when he "wakes up"? Should he equate this place to a shared dream?

At her gesture, his neck cranes up, taking in the vast scope of the sky.]

No. It doesn't. [Seem familiar. His line of thinking seems to follow the same trail.] Is that unexpected? Maybe Moogles are universal.