"Plane?" Ariel echoed. He tried not to look completely lost or like he thought maybe Petit was the one who was 'off', and had minimal success. "Something tangible operates on an alternate plane?" He'd heard Henriette mentioned, but Henry ... perhaps, in another world, she was a boy.
He shook his head. This was strange, even for him. "This is what you thought might solve some of my ... well." He didn't want to say 'issues' or 'problems', somehow.