He was going to have to go over this eventually. He'd have to explain how apparently he'd accidentally clipped through to another reality and apparently his soul fell out and somehow that manifested itself as a talking dog.

There was no way it wasn't going to sound insane, because it had never sounded sane to John in the first place. Arachidamia was an inconvenient reality of his new life, whatever it meant, and he'd just grudgingly accepted her and moved on.

"Nothing. I've been out of contact for months. Some things happened." He tilted his head in Arachidamia's direction, the dog being the most obvious indicator that Things Had Gone Amiss. "You just appear, too?"