"Clean? You mean toxic? And that is a reasonable assumption, I suppose."

"Clean like garbage and sewage and the dead are unclean."

        "We should really inform the authorities about the alien," says yellow-haired woman.

"Which authorities, just call the police non-emergency line and say 'hello there's an alien', that'll get us mental health services -"

       "But they might know who to call."

"Talia across the street works in mental health services, I really don't think she'd know who to call."

Another pang of pain, a small one, Felix notices and finds it is weird, but not important enough to comment.

"Uh, do you know anyone important or with credibility? If nothing else I guess I could go to the city hall or something, but I would rather not go somewhere too public that sounds like a recipe for chaos."

"Liset used to work for greens -"

         " - if you spoke another language I would call Afen Kisantami, his family's blue and I'm sure he wouldn't be annoyed to be bothered if there were languages to get out of it -"

"Well, I speak two? English and Tormundic. Can you even tell that I am speaking English? Huh," he repeats slowly, "can you even tell that I am speaking English?"

They can while still understanding every word.

" - when you do that it is obvious that you're not speaking Anitami but I can still understand you. Hmm. I will go ahead and call Afen Kisantami. And check where Kitak's gotten to -"

      "He's hiding behind the curtains," says Nasami. "I think he's feeling shy."

"That is interesting. Are you sure you don't remember anything like this translation effect?" Felix says. "Aw, am I bothering him too much? I don't want to bother your family."

"I'm quite sure," Liset says.

      "Don't leave alien," comes a voice from the curtains. 

"It's really no bother," Nasami says firmly. "It's lucky you came to us, really, I don't think most people in this neighborhood know any greens who could get it to appropriate attention - it's mixed caste, but orange and purple and yellow -"

"I won't, don't worry," Felix tells to the curtains, "huh, could you explain your castes? What is the relevance of knowing greens?"

"The castes in Anitam and everywhere on Amenta are red, purple, grey, orange, yellow, green, and blue," says Liset. "Green is scientists and inventors and artists. Most people socialize within their caste, and most neighborhoods aren't mixed, and so most people in a purple or orange neighborhood wouldn't know any greens to get an alien in touch with. The government's blue but the only purples or oranges who know a blue socially are ones employed by them and there aren't many blues."

"Ah. I guess I was lucky to knock at your door then-" the pain strikes again sharp and strong enough that Felix gasps.

"Are you all right?" Nasami asks worriedly, while Liset writes messages on her tablet device.

"I am alright? I just felt a pain in my chest," he shakes himself, "it's probably nothing."

"What makes you say that it's probably nothing? In Amentans that would not probably be nothing."

I am so immortal that the sun eventually going out is a concern, but he couldn't say that even back home. "I think I am more resilient than you?" half-true.

"Okay. Does your species have heart attacks, or strokes -"

"Yes? But I am too young for that. It could be just something I ate or maybe a side-effect of being hit by the magic whatever that zapped me here."

"Oh, Amentans sometimes have that young."

"I mean I think young people can have those, but it would be extremely rare and I am healthy as of my last check-up. I would bet more on weird magic."

It is actually a fair concern. He was sort of assuming that the magic lightning took him here, but maybe there were other effects?

"Is there anything we can do for you?"

Felix thinks, he probably should just go to sleep, open a portal back to Earth and find where he is and how to contact his brother. But he probably shouldn't act too suspicious, it ought to make it easier introducing this pocket dimension to the rest of the planet. He should just play along for now.

"I don't really need anything. I guess introducing me to the authorities is good enough. I would offer to repay the hospitality, but I wouldn't know how."

"It's our pleasure," Nasami says. "I couldn't guess what your magic can do - if you have travel between worlds that'll be more payment than we could dream of -"

"I mean there are the gates between pocket dimensions, but I don't think that is what you meant. Do you even have pocket dimensions? Some people insist they are not magic."

"We do not. Pocket dimensions?"

"Yes? They're extra-dimensional spaces accessible only through gates in specific locations. Often have magical properties."