[His head tipped, one of those long lupine ears of his flicking; Months.]

Our bodies are still back in our world, fucked as that sounds, running on auto-pilot from what I can understand. As far as anything is concerned, we're still there just not- us.

[And whenever they did get back it would be like they'd never left, whatever copy had done would be there in their memories. He'd at least listened to that much when he found himself here and handed the lot of what he 'needed' to get settled. Didn't much like it.]

What's been destroying stories here has found a way through them, and is just attempting to pull it all in to some Void.