Galen listens intently, fascinated. It's even more obvious now that they're not from the same world, but still, it sounds a little like his situation with the nightmare; planes, creatures, things he can't even begin to explain. He still doesn't know what that dog was, or the snakes, just that they'd felt like powerlessness and anger and grief, but anything at all is a start on the way to understanding.

He glances at Jazz, then back to Fortescue, sitting back and rubbing his finger against the bottom edge of the wine glass. "Whoa. So the Guides, what do they look like?" A cat, perhaps?