{During his umpteenth aimless walk though the Dressing Room, Len has finally found a place that felt relatively like home. There were no strange horseless carriages in view, no noises from machines or other devices he did not understand, and nearly no other blatant reminders that he had been thrust into an alien land in which he did not belong. It
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But since neither of them were mind readers, he barely gives Len a passing glance when he walks by to get to a bookshelf. Maybe a quick look to confirm it's a Len he's never seen before, but then it's back to skimming the shelf.]
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