Okay good!  And they feel exactly the same, which is just what they expected but probably they still would have expected that even if they were wrong.  Is their orderly still findable after however long that was?

Nope, there's been a shift change, but he's greeted by a different orderly! "Hi!" she says. "Are you feeling better?"

Chipperly: "No!  Just the same because I was right and sleep was not my mysterious happening please believe me."

"You were out for a solid few hours there, it you're still not feeling right probably you weren't just tired! What else is bothering you?"

"I feel fine except that yesterday I was in the city of my whole life, normal normal, until a very big moving mirror appeared, and passed over me and me through it and: suddenly here!  In a woods.  And sorry but every person here yet is so confusing and unhelping."

"What's confusing about us?"

"I couldn't find your word for the important thing and no people here seem to use it but there must to be an euphemism at least even if you hate it, and no person tells me whether you hate it for them or for me so I am stucked about this fluency of Lozan and I don't know if it was awful-terrible that I had take this much.  So sorry if I am awful-terrible but please tell at me a way or other."

"...usually people learn Lozan, or other languages, in schools or from tutors, sometimes from teaching themselves online or from books or television..."

"Okay, and what is the name of when not that, when just take it from a person - and they still have it also - all at once or slower but still much much faster than learning it out?  I knew no Lozan yesterday, now: this much!  After a medium time in a park.  Maybe awful-terrible of me, but the word is . . .?"

"...I'm afraid I don't know what you mean."

"May I look at you with the sense auxiliary to my there-is-no-word-for."

"...I don't know what that means either. You may look at me, you're looking at me right now."

"Not with my eyes, with - " they gesture noncommunicatively.  "If you have or don't have this thing, I may tell by not-eyes looking; I had refrain here before out of politeness."

"Does this involve touching me at all?"

"No."

"Then if it would make you feel more comfortable you can 'look'* at me."

* This scare quote is rendered in Lozan with a prefix perhaps best translated as "ish" or, in certain dialects, :bug:, where scare quotes are unavailable.

"Okay."

So what's the deal with this person??  - Is she even a person or does she just look and move and talk like one  -

She speaks Lozan with native fluency and knows a few words of ten other languages. She has various medical skills, practiced during busy times when she was taking over stuff that is not technically her job from the real nurses. She is in tolerable shape but has an iffy shoulder and a pulled tooth and a lot more cellulite than most people Lornell's familiar with would carry. She slept for nine hours and only woke up two hours ago. She can play the harp but not well.

And she can't - ?  No, okay.

"Where is my map?"

"Your map?"

"Before, I drew a map.  Could do another if it's nowhere."

She finds it after a minute's rummaging.

"Okay."  They tap the page along with their descriptions.  "Ice.  Ice.  Telerta, my city.  Creta, my country.  Citrelia, my planet.  Everyone - everyone - every person on Citrelia, has an ability.  Different versions, yes, growing and changing, yes, some with very little for a time to learn more, yes.  Some with philosophical objections, and don't use it?  Maybe.  But everyone on Citrelia has it.

You don't."

"...okay," she says, waiting to see where he's going with this story.

"So I am not on Citrelia."