Yeah okay she actually just needs to explain.

"....they don't come from Pleasantville at all. I don't think you'd be able to find anything like that anywhere here, which means I need to write down everything I can remember but that's not really the point. The one about the witches was by someone named Roald Dahl, and the one about the bees and the wasps was by E Lily Yu, and the one I just told you was by Neil Gaiman." 

Now he looks really confused. 

"Not... from Pleasantville? There are... places other than Pleasantville?"

Well that implication isn't terrifying at all!

"Yes. I don't know how I got from there to here and I don't know how I'd go back but there are other places." 

"But you've been here forever. We grew up next door to each other."

".....yeah, I don't get it either. From my perspective I woke up in someone else's life yesterday. Someone very similar to me, judging by the classes she's taking and the clothes she owns, but I'm not from Pleasantville and it has been an incredibly weird two days." 

"You're from... a different place? With slavery and anarchism and witches and talking wasps?"

"No. I'm from a different place where people tell stories about things that aren't real all the time. — there are, admittedly, anarchists." 

"I'm glad there aren't any witches or talking wasps or slaves! Those things were frightening."

Raine has no idea how to respond to that so she's just going to squeeze Lee's hand again instead of trying. 

"...do you think the other Raine is in the other place now? The one you came from?"

"I don't think so? Fuck, I hope she isn't." 

"......was it a bad place?"

"...I was in a bad part of it. Lots of parts are very very good but it's very big and the different parts are very different from each other." 

"Like, you have to drive for days to get to the end of it?"

"You cant drive across the whole thing, there are oceans in the way, but if you started in the right place you could drive for weeks before you reached the ocean and had to take a boat or plane to the next part." 

"...........wow." He is unable to process this for a few moments. "What's a plane?"

"It's a vehicle that can fly and goes very fast, people use them if they're going somewhere far away and especially if they're also going across an ocean." 

"I didn't know oceans were a thing you could go across. --I guess you can in your world and not in Pleasantville."

"I guess. Christ. You can drive across your whole world on the scale of days, that's terrifyingly small." 

"Not days. If you drove through Pleasantville from one end to another the longest way possible it would take, I don't know, maybe six hours? "

"That's so much worse!" 

"Why?"

"...I guess if you had never had the idea that worlds should be bigger than that or you should ever be able to leave a town and go somewhere else or that there should be more than one kind of place in the world it wouldn't seem like it was a problem? But I did." 

"We can go somewhere else! We can go camping and to the beach. That's the part that takes so long to get to. --I have to say I would not really mind if it went away."

"No big cities, though, and the furthest away from other people you can possibly get can't be more than three hours' drive away. — anyway, sorry, we don't have to keep talking about my existential crisis at how tiny your world is."