He doesn't know where the man came from, but he's suddenly standing before him, and Meyer has the dizzying sensation, once again, of being very small, of being somehow smaller than he had been moments before. He'd been looking for a way back to his apartment, could have sworn he'd been an adult, but the dream is starting to take hold more and more, and now he's confused. Has he always been a child? Is this a dream, or had being an adult been the dream?

He pulls his hands out of his pockets and looks down at them, considering them. They're small. Perhaps he's always been a child, and the thought that he'd been looking for his apartment in New York had been nothing more than a fantasy. He regards the stranger steadily, nodding. His eyes are large and brown, at once innocent and strangely dark.

"I'm looking for a way home," he finally says. He isn't sure what he means. Does he mean the apartment he thought he'd been trying to find, or the childhood home that suddenly pops into his mind as soon as he says the word home. "Are you lost?"