[Breakfast’s over. Aubrey sets hers aside, phone along with; she didn’t get much further.]

Hey, hey… [She forces down a rising panic of her own, tries to keep her tone steady. Maybe grounding? It’s not at all practiced.] This place is confusing, I get it…

[Is this a good time to bring herself back in? God, Aubrey doesn’t know. It’s all she’s got.] I’ve wondered about it, too, but it… feels real. [Leaning in, tentatively, she reaches for a hand.] You’re real…