Well, that's a pretty logical take on things. Stephen was impressed. He would be having his 'I'm impressed now' face if it wasn't for, you know, a beak. For someone who's been on a wild ride through the multiverse, this kind of thing was pretty New for him. He liked to think that was why he wasn't as good on keeping his head on straight, literally and figuratively, as a kid.

Astral projection was starting to seem positively normal compared to this.

"We should try to stick together as much as we can," Stephen had a feeling that wouldn't last. Not in a place like this. Not when it was so hard to focus.

"Have you run across anyone else? Anyone...um...like me?"

There was a part of him that was absolutely horrified by all this. It was buried mostly under the even odder feeling that this was all normal. The sane bit of his brain was frantic, desperately trying to tell him to get out of here. His face...his hands...look what happened...what if this couldn't be fixed!? What if he had to live the rest of his life like this!? His FACE--

And yet...why not? This was all...not that bad...really...