As far as welcome wagons go, it looks like Raleigh's stumbled into the wrong guy. Or the wrong guy went stumbling out into the cold for stupid reasons and got himself lumped with a newbie. Sorry bro. It's probably best to just walk away. He's a big boy. He'll figure it out. No hard feelings.

But, okay. Wonderland. He saw the Tim Burton film when he was a kid and even the cartoon from before he was born. Trippy shit, worm holes and mind tricks and monsters... yeah okay it's making sense now.

Clearly he's trapped in some sick video game level and this is his own personal Hell. He's dead and this is madness and.. fine. fuck it. He doesn't care anymore.

"Not quite," He says and looks down at himself. At least nothing is missing and the cold is numbing his electrical burns for the moment. "But I see what you mean. This is a drivesuit. It's military."

And through it all there's a little note of smugness, Sassy Mr. Bigdick. But man, if you only knew about his ride.

"I was just on the bottom of the Pacific, you recognize that ocean or am I on my own here?"