A fuckton, but still on the low side of how deep Quentin could have gone in his initial explanation of the who, what, where, and nobody in hell knows why. During his pause, he took a breath in order to keep himself from going on or saying anything else and just smiled. Impossible shit happened here, and this was proof of that. He'd almost assumed that his view into mirror land had meant he'd never see Eliot or Alice in person again. That the mirror was his version of goodbye to them as much as it was for them for him.
"Seems a little ironic considering some of the other worlds we've been, doesn't it?" He couldn't help but laugh and shook his head. "If the name Goodland isn't enough? The god or being that created this place? Calls themselves the Jubilant Entity. Big shocker: it doesn't always live up to its name."
They were all real, but it still didn't seem like it yet. Maybe once others could confirm he was here and this wasn't a trick he managed to conjure up or play on himself. "This whole time is a little more complicated than it might seem, but basically, yeah. After the Underworld, I turned up here. Well, in the Manhattan here. Not Narnia here."
Quentin stared up at Eliot for a few seconds before finally blinking away. "Sorry, it's just.. I'm here telling you this is real, but I'm having a hard time believing it myself too. Oh! Julia is here too. Her and.. well, she's been here a while."
He nearly spilled the beans about Hope, but he had no clue if Eliot knew about the baby yet. From what Julia had told him, the pregnancy had been a quick one from start to finish, but she and Eliot had figured out some of the traveler rules after being locked up in Fillory.
"Okay, El, this is probably going to sound weird, though no more weird than the rest of this has, but what's the last thing you remember from home? Time isn't the same here, and people arrive from different points. How long has it been since.. you know."