Simon exhaled softly once she'd ... gone. Disappeared. Whatever it was she'd done. He could barely wrap his mind around the fact he was radically displaced, and here someone was, mapping out a path for him. He appreciated the assistance, but the information dump had been a bit much.
He gazed at the spot she'd been before he dropped his gaze to his hands. He consulted the directions and looked around to orient himself before he started in the direction they'd been heading. He thought he'd been holding it together fairly well, but now he had to wonder if he wasn't trapped in some delusion brought on by ... what? An accidental overdose of something?
But he knew better. Somehow, some way, he was in the past, and he had no idea what to do about it.