As welcoming as the Welcome Center is, I guess I should be looking for something a bit more permanent, since there doesn't seem to be any way back home. Does anyone know how I'd arrange for an interview with the hospital here? I'm not sure how you go about getting a job when your credentials don't exist in this universe.

And for that matter, is anyone looking for a roommate?

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[He may have learned his way around the City over the weekend, but it's a bit different now that the streets have resumed their usual shapes. So he's making an effort. It isn't like there's much else to occupy his time; all his grand plans are on hold, set aside in another world. This, real or not, is a situation that demands research, consideration; he doesn't like not being in control. If he's lost his mind, maybe he can find it again. Armed with a map from the Welcome Center, device in his pocket, he's getting to know this new world.

At first glance he seems calm, unaffected by today's curse; but if you catch him at the right moment you might see the brief glances, the slight frown, as he glimpses his reflection in panes of glass or mirrored surfaces. There seems to be nothing there-- no, there is; just lower, a child keeping the pace alongside him. Obviously, he's trying to ignore this fact.]