Alex seems decidedly unconcerned by this bizarre turn of events. He's simply lounging idly in the library, hands folded behind his head, having made little to no effort to discern what might have shifted the balance of his world. It doesn't particularly matter, does it? They're all playthings for a larger cosmic force. Sometimes it wears a different name, or a different face, but that's just how his story always goes. He doesn't terribly mind it. Not these days.

"Now," he says aloud, commenting to the ceiling, "this is a story."

He grins in a vague, unconcerned manner, like it's a private joke.

"All about how my life got flipped."

He glances at the nearest mirror, amusement twitching the corners of his lips.

"Turned upside down."

If anyone gets his attention, Alex will quite happily respond in turn. He's a rather unassuming fellow, though perhaps a little less skittish and angry and reserved than his Real counterpart.