[ Good. Great. Excellent. This will give him time to absorb what the fuck he just learned, plus deal with all of the other madness life in Somnius visits upon him on a nigh hourly basis. Then, if Adachi's still around in whatever constitutes morning while the world is as upside-down as it currently is, he can have his wits more about him. ]

I appreciate it. When you're done with your drink, I can lend you my room so you can rest. Ah, but just in case I get called away and we get separated...

[ Maruki pats his pockets. He has his phone, but he already knows visitors haven't been given them. Old cards for a counseling practice that no longer exists, the building reduced to rubble.

Finally, he pulls a small, battered journal out of a jacket pocket. It's nearly full, every page packed with notes and diagrams and lists, but he flips to the back to tear one of the few remaining blanks out. A pen uncapped in his teeth, he sketches out a crude map of Somnius. The path from the farm to the machiya, which he circles, and then the most simple path from here to the crystal, circled as well. ]

You can find me here, at my home nearby, or at the tent I've put up near the crystal. [ A beat. ] I'm sorry that I can't offer you more than that, but I'm working on finding a way to return you all to your true realities.