[One blink later and his vision shutters to daylight, the air crisp and much fresher. Immediately he starts assessing his new surroundings. Soren manages to get away with keeping the blanket after all. It's good that dream logic is working in his favor. He draws it around himself like a makeshift cloak. It's... musty, but he can deal.

He listens at first to the memory's Emil, then the present version's mildly sheepish explanation.]

Don't worry. You mentioned before that he would start talking to you, so I was expecting I might see something like this. [And they had no way of contacting each other like via the handy watches that the Coven gives out. The communications technology must be more like what he is used to. What dire but unusual straits.] For how long did you have to wander this way?