That earned her another genuine laugh, since he'd read the fiction in question, albeit a long time ago. "No relation, no. It's actually a name I took after I started living here. Beats what my father actually called me, and we'll leave it at that."

He paused. If she was concerned that she was losing touch with reality, and she already had some issues with that ... he was going to have to tread carefully. Thankfully, he'd talked Klaus out of some bad trips, and even more recently talked Ash Williams down from a full blown panic attack. Most of his friends had issues with reality and simulations after experiences in either their own lives, or with the Fourth God's dealings. So he knew how to handle this, at least from a starting point.

"It's not Jersey City - it's a peninsula, called Bavan." He slid the map over to her, turning it around so she could take a look. "We're here. Since you're a reader ... think of it this way. Someone's pulled you through the wardrobe, but instead of Narnia, you're here. Because that's ... basically the gist of it, honestly. The same concept. Someone needed help fixing this world, but the people already in it weren't good enough. So they reached out for us."