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[un_fantome]

There is a new face in the bar today: its owner is quiet and taking up little space, but still very noticeable with milk-white coloring almost unbroken by a bleach-white shirt, but dark denim trousers. He's holding onto a smallish rectangular pendant, revealed to be dichroic glass with a fancy Jerusalem cross painted on the face.

He looks a little lost.

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[scots_wolf]

White. Urquhart doesn't look too closely as there's only one person here who's all white.

"Hello, Yrael," he says, in passing.

[un_fantome]

Silas turns his head at the unfamiliar greeting; it's not a word he knows. His face isn't Yrael's, as Urquhart will discover upon looking at him--he doesn't have the smile, nor the bottle-green eyes.

"What?"

[scots_wolf]

Oh.

"Sorry!" Urquhart says. "I was confusing you with somebody else."

[un_fantome]

Silas blinks for a moment, and glances around the bar.

"Could you tell me where I am?"

[scots_wolf]

"Milliways," Urquhart says. "That's a bar between worlds, at the end of the universe. Wherever you came from, you're definitely no longer there."

[un_fantome]

"...Between worlds," he repeats, making it a question only by dint of it not being certain in his voice that what he's hearing is the truth.

It sounds impossible.

[scots_wolf]

"When you opened the door, where did you expect to be going?" Urquhart asks, patiently.

[un_fantome]

"To my bedroom."

[scots_wolf]

"Is this your bedroom?" Urquhart asks.

[un_fantome]

Urquhart gets a steady, silently unreadable look in answer.

"I am not foolish. Don't treat me as if I am."

[scots_wolf]

"As this is not your bedroom," Urquhart says, "chances are that it is somewhere else. Unless you're hallucinating. Is there any reason for you to be hallucinating?"

[un_fantome]

The tone of that voice, assuming such false patience, wears very close to Silas' nerves. He hears it every day from people who think he's stupid because he won't talk much or because he looks so odd, and he's almost hit the end of his rope.

He's not an overly violent boy, not really; still his arms bunch and brace, and slowly relax as he turns away from the stranger, telling himself it's not worth the fight.

[scots_wolf]

"Don't you believe me?" Urquhart says, archly.

He can see the anger in the boy's body language, but reckons it'll be easy to deal with.

[mogget_cat]

"You look lost," offers the Bright Shiner in the rafters nearby. "Are you not where you intended to be?"

[un_fantome]

"No," he says slowly, speaking cautiously as if he isn't sure he wants to make the sounds at all.

When Silas looks up at said Bright Shiner, he stares for a moment, wondering if that's how he looks to people, like a piece of a coloring book someone left blank.

[mogget_cat]

All except the eyes.

"Then why do you look lost?" asks the apparition, tilting its head slightly.

[un_fantome]

Silas shakes his head, sending his hair swinging over his equally-pale forehead. "No, I...I'm not where I thought I would be," he says, biting his lip.

"This is supposed to be my bedroom."

[mogget_cat]

Yrael moves smoothly, dropping down to the floor, landing on the balls of his bare feet as silently as a cat.

"Then let me be the first to welcome you," he says, smiling kindly. "This is Milliways. It is not your bedroom, true, but it is still a pretty good place, nonetheless."

[un_fantome]

"Milliways," he repeats, not quite believing it. He must have gotten turned around somewhere--but he didn't remember leaving the house.

It takes him a long time to say anything else, worrying his lip--and in the process re-opening the cut just below the corner of his mouth, wincing at the sensation. "How did this place get in my home?"

[mogget_cat]

"It does that, sometimes, showing up out of the blue," Yrael admits, wry. "It is... an elsewhere. It is not where you were."

"It happens such to a number of people in a number of places. They walk into their home, or their workplace, and suddenly the door they walked through no longer takes them to where it should, but delivers them here for a time."

[un_fantome]

"And we...I can leave when I wish?"

God, he hopes so. Being trapped here wouldn't end well at all.

[mogget_cat]

"Usually, though sometimes not," he says, lightly. "Do you see the door you entered through?"

[un_fantome]

He turns, and shakes his head. "No. I don't see anything but a wall," he says.

[mogget_cat]

"Then you are bound, and will be unable to leave until the door reappears," replies the Bright Shiner.

"For what they are worth, you have my sympathies. I do not do well when kept somewhere, anywhere, when I wish to be elsewhere."

[un_fantome]

Silas bites his lips nervously, rubbing his wrist.

"Bound. And there isn't a way to get out again?" he asks, beginning to panic.