[There's a rush of relief, seeing that Chris is real, but past the relief are hundreds of other questions - like, where the hell is this place, what are they doing here? At least the apparent reality of Chris assures Josh that this weird, crappy hospital, or whatever it is, is probably real too. That's simultaneously reassuring and very, very not.
Josh flexes his free arm, working out the stiffness, and does the same with the other when he's totally free. He wastes no time getting the hell off the table, looking between it, the walls, and Chris.]
What is this place? How'd I get here? How'd you get here?
[He pauses, breathes for a moment, trying to ignore the panic and - everything else.]
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Josh flexes his free arm, working out the stiffness, and does the same with the other when he's totally free. He wastes no time getting the hell off the table, looking between it, the walls, and Chris.]
What is this place? How'd I get here? How'd you get here?
[He pauses, breathes for a moment, trying to ignore the panic and - everything else.]
Hey, thanks.