Yes, Try and Get a Better Handle on the Situation.

When he looked at the situation from her shoes, however, it was readily apparent that most people would require a monumental amount of convincing to listen to the few pieces of context she’d given him, let alone believe her. It was smart, doing whatever it was she did to bring him here before pulling back the curtain although it seemed like neither of them really had a choice in the sequence of events.

“So, are you gonna tell me why exactly the deer needed to die for me to get here? Or, better yet, why I need to be here at all?” Sam tried not to sound impatient or concerned but the incessant scratching at his jeans cued Wren in. She glanced around as though to make sure nobody else was around.

“Well…” Wren began, placing a hand sheepishly behind her head as the assured veneer which she first approached him with began to crumble, “The how is a hell of a question. Think of it like a proof of concept. This place exists parallel to yours though the only real crossover is ****.”

“I thought you said I wasn’t dead.” Sam shot back.

“Yeah, you aren’t. That’s the thing. This world exists parallel to yours and to my admittedly limited knowledge, **** is the only real in-between. The living can’t go here. _You _shouldn’t be able to go here. And yet you have been.” She said. The oncoming rant about clarity and consent was halted by the tense in her vernacular. Have been. Wait.