Ned nods, even more puzzled than he was before. If anyone's world would match his own, he'd thought it would be Wallie's. It had all sounded so colorful in his description: swordsmen and gods and journeys. Then again, his own world isn't that exciting, per se, so perhaps the only correlation is linguistic.

"The people who showed up in my dreams seemed to find it very startling. When I saw their dreams and memories, it all looked the same way it does here." There's a furrow forming between his eyebrows. "So there was no difference at all, even between where you grew up, and the place you ended up after all the-" he gestures vaguely, a wave of his hand meant to indicate death and resurrection in another man's body.