[Wesley huddles into the throw. Should he get rid of the wet clothes? He can't decide, this looks like a store, is he in a store? Cannot get naked in here, definitely and decidedly not. The warmth makes him dizzy, his vision swims and he looks around blearily. Books. That's... good, he likes those. They help him calm down, remind him who he is, anchor him.]

I have not.

[That much is clear, he's very new to this world and that is something he knows, something he can answer and that feels good, too; helps him get a grip, to shake off the general sense of terror, regain some agency.]

I was... out, exploring, getting a lay of the land. [His voice starts faint but grows stronger over time. Talking. It does him good, putting things into words, finding his voice again even though every breath is still raspy, reminds him of the cold, wet death he almost suffered.]

I saw her, in the streets, a girl. She had come to me before, in dreams, in... visions but when I approached the specter it... reached for me. Pulled me down.

[He holds up his hand, showing him the arm, marked by the unmistakable handprint.]

She's out there. W-we have to warn people! Is there a phone, is there-- [He reaches out, his eyes wide again as he grabs Ben's shoulders in sudden insistence.]

They need to stay away from the water!