I suppose reality can simply be what one makes it to be. [ He'd written about a great many mutations in his thesis. The possibility of one able to warp the very fabric of reality had not come to mind. Would that not seem as if it were magic to the uneducated? Hm.

While the pig snuffles around at the new surroundings, Charles takes the moment to gather the clothes. Useless for the moment, but he imagines this townsperson will want them back once he is returned to himself. ]

Astral travel, you've done it? [ Asked with unabashed curiosity. ] You talk of an irrational reality as though you have personal experience.

[ While they talk he'll just deposit the clothes and shoes into the booth he was sitting at. He'll work out something better later. ]

If you heard it was some kind of spell, possibly. Did anyone mention how one might go about undoing it? I don't believe anyone would wish to stay trapped like this.