[ Mako's already had to help his best friend through the trauma of: immediately trying to leave, after not eating the shit from the basket, so. Honestly, he's an old hand, if you can call helping one person through a deeply bizarre experience old hand.

Mako really sympathizes, though. This guy looks like he's had a real rough time of it. ] That's a complicated question. And I still don't... I mean, I'm not an expert. It's called Deerington, and it's in someplace called Maine, and apparently we're all dreaming, but we can still sleep. And die. I'm Mako. I'm not from here. [ A good storyteller Mako is Not. ]