Suddenly being on my ass in another reality is the only reality hopping I've experienced. Including the time I went through a portal, given that it was supposed to take me home and yet: completely different reality. At this point, it's not hardly even worth throwing a tantrum over.

[Granted, modern-day suburbia was one of the nicer landings. Even if it had been in New Jersey.

She shrugs in answer to Gwen's musings.]

I mean, it could be? Stories are powerful. It wouldn't shock me if ideas can pass through realities. Though again, my life is already so weird, etc. My sense incredulity is extremely battered; but it does still exist.