[ Asleep in Exsilium, asleep not home, but what's serving the purpose well enough. There one minute, here the next, still sleeping.

He woke to a totally different world around him, a cold spot in the bed where she'd been warm and with him.

and now he's just... Perusing. Learning. Interacting. ] Out of home, into there, out of there, into here - starting to feel a little like Odysseus 'cept my Penelope doesn't seem to have made the leap with me. Starting over, again. Sure. It'll be fine.