bright light city

This is not right.

This place is not right.

Where am I? Where are my guards?

The U.S. Military has no record of me, past or present. When I told the man at the US Defense department my name, he laughed and called me a crack pot. He said that was a name of a video game character.

Liu Kang, Johnny Cage or Jax, are any of you here?

Alright. I don't know what's going on and the alethiometer won't tell me either I can read it better than I have in years, but it says I'd do good to tell the truth.

This en't my world and I don't know how I got here, but I have to get back. Texas is fine and all, I've even been meaning to visit, but this is wrong.

So, for those of us not afflicted by the urge to break out into song every time we open our mouths, I've got earplugs.

Pan ... made me think we were like that, too. He woke me up this morning by singing at me. I was scared to talk for two whole hours and he was laughing the entire time.

Does anyone else here have a dæmon?

I met a boy earlier who I thought had one, but it was just a companion.

We've been in worlds before where people didn't have them, but it's still very disturbing.

Odd. I didn't think there were any doorways anymore.

We closed them all.

So how am I here?