If Pam was right, Owen had been out of it for at least a week, but even that felt strange. It didn't feel like he was missing time, but hell, he was aware they could all go to bed one night and wake up weeks later and never know unless They told them or hinted at it. He wasn't feeling overly groggy, just a tiny bit nauseous, but he was feeling more like himself with every step through the trees. And then he saw Oliver and Owen nodded once in greeting.
"Well, this is different," he told Oliver once they were within hearing distance. "What the hell is this place?" Owen had been camping plenty of times, had gone on retreats and the like with his friends and the station back home. But none of this area looked like Zenith to him. At least he hadn't woken up in a morgue like before.