He'll deal with it later then.

For now, he's going to leave the room, and try to find a way outside.

The door will serve him well enough there.

Though if he was expecting it to be the same way he came in, he will be disappointed. And possibly alarmed, depending on his feelings regarding rocky blasted hellscapes with vomit-color skies.

Ah, home not really, but there's some reminiscence.

Is there anything notable visible?

On the horizon, the smudged skyline of a black city.

Almost directly overhead, a great big green hole in the sky. Streaks of light jet off the ground from a wide area around, rising up to be swallowed in.

Fancy.

He'll start heading towards the city.

You know, you seem to have a habit of ending up in unusual places.

"Frakir? You can talk again?"

Yes, that's me. Something about this place is similar to the time you ended up between shadows, and it seems that was enough to grant me speech again

"Did the Pattern lob me to another inbetween?"

No, the place you were before was normal, more or less. I think the explosion did.

"Well, that's intriguing. Let's see what happens now."

And he continues his stroll towards the city.

It's quite a ways off...

And before he can make much progress in its direction, a figure very much like the old woman he was attempting to save accosts him. "Wait, young man! You must not approach the Black City. It is a place that will bring you only death, and suffering unto all the world."

"Thanks for the warning. Can you tell me more about this place? Is there anywhere I should go?"

"This is the Fade, the dreaming world. You are here physically, which means you are in grave danger. You must return to the real world."

"And how can I do that?"

"The breach that brought you here will work, I believe." She points towards the great big green hole in the sky.

"So, go up to the hole in the sky? Are the ribbons useful for that, or should I find my own means?"

"Those are demons, seeking an easy way across the Veil. It would be best to avoid them."

"Thanks for another warning. I guess it's time to look for something to fly in."

He summons the Sigil of Logrus before him, and begins to align his hands with its erratic movement.

"What is that you are doing?"

"Trying to find something."

When his arms achieve a sort of conjunction with Logrus' limbs, he begins to reach. Ideally, he wants a plane, a simple one like they have on shadow Earth, but he'll settle for any kind of flying machine, whatever's closest.

It doesn't seem like there's any such thing within his reach.

He keeps it up for a few minutes, which would be enough to reach shadow Earth from most places, but he did ask to go far, didn't he. He releases the sigil with a heavy sigh.

"Hm. Doesn't seem to be a way to fly conveniently in the neighbourhood."

"Flight has ever remained out of reach of mages," the ?woman? agrees. "But if we travel toward our destination, a solution may present itself. That is the nature of the Fade."

"Well, let's try that."

He sets his mind on reaching the hole in the sky, and then starts Walking - looking for places where something is obscured from him, imagining what he wants to see there, and willing it into reality, shifting through Shadow. At least, that's how it would work if he was home...