*Russell is lying on his back staring up at his makeshift night sky.*
*He'd jury-rigged Gilbert's controller to project its 360-degree view up onto a haphazard tent Russell built, and now Gilbert is starfished out under the bridge in the Don't-Go-Crazy Room, which is showing the stars of the Northern Hemisphere.*
*When he's lying under the fabric, everything outside it seems... less real. And if the book's theories about nominalism are correct, well... it might as well be true, right?*
*He lets his thoughts drift as he stares up.*
*His mindscape is usually quiet, save for the faint sounds of drama going on elsewhere or the very occasional visitor. Mostly it was just Sky.*
*He misses Sky. He hopes they didn't get recycled. He tried to look with his clairvoyance, but- nothing. Sky's mindscape is still there, connected, so he has to believe they're still around somewhere, just... out of sight.*
*Actually, the last time Russell saw Sky was... right after the ssituation with A. Very. With. Oh. When his arm and eye melted and the rest of him fell to pieces. Yes, Sky had seemed... panicked at the sight. Understandably.*
*Finally, something seems to ping with his clairvoyance, and he knows that the sight of him lying there had kickstarted an entire panic-attack-fueled existential crisis in Sky. Which is just. Great.*
*Still no word on how they're doing now, though.*
*Usually, he would stifle any unnecessary guilt with logic, but he's in a strangely calm state, and he should probably get out of the habit of it anyway.*
