The memories are strong today, pulling and tugging at him, like dark accusing voices--
Voices that no longer exist, except inside his own thoughts, and don't exist at all when he can suppress them.
The empty corridors of The Castle That Never Was - empty except for Nobodies, which makes it empty - don't help, their black and white and angles and hollow names.
Axel wouldn't have even noticed that he was Someplace Else, all of a sudden, except that he is, in fact, Someplace, and he hadn't intended to be there.