He reached down and picked up some dirt. He popped it into his mouth, licking at it, before spitting it out and scratching it off his tongue. He shook his head and just nodded, "Interesting. This place isn't meant to exist, yet it does. The time is a combination of several times; it is simply the 'present', but not the future, or the past. Oh, multiple realities, universes... it's cascading down into this plane."

He frowned at the idea of the lady in charge. She was from here, she was 'in charge', but this didn't sound appealing to the man beside him. As he walked he picked up quick moments and images in his mind. He saw buildings; some newer, some older, some of the people dirty, broken, cold. He then noted one or two who seemed a bit more aware, a bit more alive. He twisted on his feet, spinning a bit, as he looked around and then moved back to Dean.

"What's her name? Whose in charge? What did she tell you when you arrived? Who put her in charge?"