Carlos lets himself smile and his hands cradle Cecil's head. He would hesitate to call everything perfect: they are, after all, in a strange place with no clear way to get back to where they belong. A place that, according to Cecil, bears some resemblance to Night Vale. He itches to look around more, longs for his equipment. Not even a Geiger counter.

"Wait, did you say Koshekh is here?"

In Cecil's bathroom, four feet off the floor. Because where else would he be?

"I have so many questions."