"Okay," says Briar seriously, "You've caught me. I'm so imaginary, my hand can pass right through me." He presses the fingers of one hand against the opposite arm, frowns, and pokes the arm a few times. "Huh, that should've worked. I guess I'll just have to keep believing I'm real." He grins and shrugs. Briar is doing his best to distract Brooke from thinking about the repercussions of being stuck here, but he knows from experience that it's an impossible task.

He nods. "I'll be there soon. I'm Briar, by the way."