"This doesn't make any sense," Tom insisted, rolling to his feet, surprised to find a gun under his pillow, knife still strapped to his side while he slept. He picked up the blankets, looking around the campsite with growing desperation.

"Its - it's like we camped here last night. Look at it. The fire pit, the gear. Packs for Neil, blankets - it's Spring here. I left the Realm when it was fall here, Pinocchio. This is -"

He swallowed hard, gritting his teeth as he looked out at what passed for wilderness. A road was just about visible through the trees. What passed for a road in the Realm...

"No. It's not possible."