Jason whirled around to see the young man. "It looks a bit like the Labriynth that Grandma Sarah used to tell me about in stories as a child. The  stories involved a Goblin King named Jared and her baby brother. And her. I don't know. This place looks like the place from the stories...only...less alive. More dead and sorrow filled." He answered. He ran a hand through his hair. Puzled by what the man said. "I didn't just climb in. I woke up here. I was at home in my bed sleeping. Then...here I was soon as I fell asleep. My realities have been blurring for the past few weeks. One minute I'll be at home where my family is and the next I'm seeing glimpses of this place. Yet now I'm not sure whats reality and whats the dream." He replied. H listened as the man spoke.<br/><br/>He looked around then back at Alistiar. "I...don't know how. I don't know how to get home when I don't know how I came to be here in the first place." He said. "My name is Jason." He said softly. He took in the man. He looked sad. He looked like he had seen better days. He looked around. "Is here the Labyrinth? Is that where I've somehow ended up? I bet this is the dream even though it feels like a reality. It feels like this place is real but it has to be the dream..." He said. Uncertain and confused. "I think...you seem to be sad. Do you need a friend Alistair?" He asked in a kind and gentle voice. A soft voice that almost seemed to hug Alistair with his words. "If this is the place from Grandma Sarah's dream...the only way to go home is to go through. To make it through the maze to the Goblin King's castle." He was not very good at mazes...usually.