From the moment she opened her eyes, Nancy has been trying to gather up information on Deerington. She wants to understand the situation that she's stumbled into, and she isn't going to achieve that by standing back. The whole concept of a collective dream - shared by people from different worlds - is unnerving, to say the least, but all she can do is move forward. Keep going.

But the sight of a man in old-fashioned clothes - and with an axe strapped to his back - gives her pause. She blinks, hesitates for a moment, and then reaches into her pocket to pull out her own arrival letter.

"I... just got here," she answers almost apologetically, wishing she had all the answers for him already. Her hands work quickly to unfold her letter so she can skim over it again. She brought it along with her, just in case she needed to refer to it.

"I don't know much about this place yet. I do know that this place is called Deerington, and I've heard it's like a collective dream. I'm not sure how it's possible, and I'm still looking for more information."