[Well, now. This is more life than a certain someone has seen in decades. It's almost hard for him to believe as he looks around. Trees, real trees... grass... the sounds of wildlife... it's enough to make him think that he's dreaming - and not in muted static for a change. He reaches up to a tree to gently pull on one of the branches, feeling the rough edges and veined surfaces of the leaves before letting it spring back. He looks up at the sky, blue with a hint of clouds and an actual sun...

He won't question how he got here, but he will enjoy it as long as he can. He wanders over to what looks like a comfortable place and sits down, closing his eyes and reaching out with his other senses as he falls into meditation.]