Unfortunately, she was right. It wasn't very funny. And as much as he hated it, it looked like it was up to him to explain about this place. He didn't know too much, but he could at least give over what he was told.
He sighed and tried to figure out where to start.
"You don't have a concussion since you don't have a head injury, sensitivity to light, nausea or pain. I don't know if you're on drugs, only you know that, but since you're not exhibiting any of the classic signs beyond the ranting and raving - I would say no. What I can tell you is you seem to have ended up the same place I have, the same place we all have - the City. This place seems to draw people - or things - from all walks of life, from different literary or media backgrounds. It seems I'm from a tv show, I never knew that before. I have met some other people from tv shows I've never seen and I've heard that Superman is here somewhere but he's out of commission somehow."
Wilson smiled weakly. "Questions so far? I'm afraid I'm no expert. I just got here a month or two ago."