Wincing slightly, Alex retrieved her wine. Obviously, what had happened to him had been different but... why?

"We both were shot. Both of us woke up here, only to find ourselves revived in the real world in the wake of that trauma. But..." She tilted her head at him, examining him quietly. "When I went back, when I woke up, it looked like home but it didn't feel real. Not as real as this place. I'm not sure it was real."

Alex's head was spinning, and she tried to fight for a single shred of sense in all of this, but it was nowhere to be found. "What do you mean you've woken up in your own blood a few times? That's not exactly a common occurrence for a politician or an escort. Or even a copper."