"Should be. I haven't left here in five months. Six months? Something. I forget."

He shrugs and looks around. "Exactly? I have no idea. I tried to answer that myself once, it wasn't pretty. It's a place. No one's meant to be able to get here. But you can. Which doesn't make sense." He's apparently talking to himself now, moving back towards a table covered in sketch books. "This place isn't anywhere."