They're really going to need to come up with some kind of name for this place. At this moment, all that Peggy has is that he's washed himself up on the shores of a fountain in a place that seems inescapable, despite her best attempts. "As far as we can tell, it's a closed environment with limited technology," she says, diving straight to the point of it. "Several of us have made attempts at escape, but it seems that there are some natural barriers to that."

"Canyons," she explains, "and other things keep happening, like the river flooding." Not to mention that awful, howling windstorm she'd encountered when she'd first hauled herself out. Which reminds her, she now has to wonder whether she ought to be worried about that, here. "Something happened when I came out of that fountain, though, a terrible windstorm. Perhaps we'll know if arriving here triggers it, with you."