[Finally confronted with the burden of honesty, Perell felt his tongue all but freeze. For a moment he contemplated his boots before he closed the door-- and, on an impulse, shoved his feet into them before stepping out into the cold.

He looked at Vyng, and there was no hiding the obvious nervousness and fear that was written on his face.]

I... uh.

[He swallowed, suddenly uncomfortable, and drew his blanket tighter around him while he sat down on the steps. Madame Generosity's tracks were a welcome relief, as was someone's foresight to make sure the stoop was shoveled clean. There was no snow on the porch to further freeze him.]

...I should have asked this when I first got here. The actual time I got here and stayed, I mean.

[Hemming and hawing aside, he shifted just enough for Vyng to sit.]

What is the last thing you remember from our world before you got here? Or, I guess, got to the Dream that lots of folks talk about.