It's a good thing he's in pretty good shape. He has to banish the mental image of someone falling down these seemingly infinite stairs. The ones in the Gallows are bad enough.

"I can believe a lot of things." He's seen a lot of things. "But I haven't known an illusion to be so real that it catches you up on things you haven't even read before, go places you've never been. These things usually only prey on the known and familiar."

Mobius doesn't know which is better: that this is real and he really is far away from home in a fantastic world, himself a Rifter now...or that this is all fake and he's still back home, just in the fuckery of the Crossroads. Even with the strangeness that apparently exists, it's hard to imagine this being so thorough but so fake.

But he hasn't started getting any of the telltale lyrium withdrawal symptoms. It's been weeks since his last dose. That can't be real.

"Say it's fake, and so are the people. Then we can't trust any of our senses. This globe could be the stone for all we know, and we'd have no idea. How do we break it?"

He's got an idea, but he doesn't know if it would even work here. What the consequences of disrupting a whole magical world might be.