“Goodness... this is starting to affect my mental health.” Though, comparing to the events of Guertena’s gallery, can Garry really be surprised? Perhaps it is fate that he’s to wind up in these situations. An eternal spiral of torment, a trial of one’s sanity. By now, Garry sometimes wonders whether or not his mind is altogether still. He wonders whether he can determine reality from fantasy --- what is a dream, and what isn’t. If Garry is to keep believing that everything is real, will that help to cleanse him completely? Ever since the art gallery’s events, Garry has had to struggle through whirlwind of questions, sometimes losing himself completely. Though, he knows for sure that now is definitely not a good time to be lingering on these endless thoughts, but to perhaps instead redirect his attention to the nearest person. Someone who he hopes is sane. This isn’t the gallery... this is different. That’s over now. It’s over. The stargate itself had set Garry into a daze. He remembers, it was so very beautiful, and so very surreal, much like an actual painting. Much like how he felt when wandering the dark corridors of Guertena’s works. That same fear is still prominent with every step that he takes, and yet still, he trudges on. This... is London, right? But how... A bridge, to be exact. And there he stands. A person. Someone approachable, or so Garry thinks. Hesitantly, Garry clears his throat, looking at the stranger with subtle desperation, and yet Garry manages to maintain his usual smile still. “Forgive me for interrupting you, but... this may sound strange, but ---” He hesitates, yet surely someone else must have witnessed it too? The portal, the abnormal occurrences. Surely... he’s not going insane, right? “....This... is London, right?”
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