Sefton put his fingers to his temple, careful of the strain. He knew who Lance was, even if the memories were (impossible) dated and he could hardly believe what was happening. Darting his tongue out to wet his lips, he gave a small, quick shake of his head. "At this point? No idea," he murmured. Was he real? Was Lance? If one of them was dreaming, that would definitely explain what in the world was going on. It would give him reason to go with the flow for a little while longer while his head still raced to set itself right.

Standing once Lance got off Ptera, he shakily tried to brush some of the sand off himself while looking in the direction indicated. That could pose a problem, if the small frown on his face was any indication. "Guess I'll swim," he said, only half-joking. Somehow, he doubted Lance had anything other than his dragons to get himself around.