“That’s what it’s called? Never heard of it. Anyway, last thing I remember? I was coming home from work. It was the middle of winter, and it was storming. Next thing I know, I wake up in a forest, my hair has grown, and I am suffering God’s own hangover as punishment for my sins. I never had one so bad. Nearest I can figure? I went on an apocalyptic bender and got drunk beyond all drunkenness.” Handy shrugged in defeat. “The alternative is that I stepped through some kind of portal and ended up in a world so utterly alien to what I know that I might as well be in another universe.” It was Joachim’s turn to laugh. Handy glared at him, unimpressed. “Not funny, man, I am lost and have nowhere to go, and if you’re any indication, no one here has any idea what I am either. Hell, I am not entirely sure I haven’t just gone off the deep end entirely and am lost in a mist of insanity”