None of it has been disproved. [Newt wrings his hands together absentmindedly as he continues to avoid eye contact with the other.] I've...I woke up here in December. I was returning from New York at the time. [Probably two alarming details would mean that Newt had been here for three quarters of a year now and that there was more to it.] In March, I experienced the events of Paris and then found myself back here.

It- Whatever it is, there's an obvious disconnect of some kind between here and our own reality and this place has dragged others alongside. Different worlds and times. I can't imagine this being anything but some sort of dream. [Would they really want this to be an actual reality?] Things here are a bit off. The townspeople that are here are off. Powers are unstable. Even death isn't permanent. There's no way to leave the town.

[He swallows audibly.] We're stuck.