Fuuka listened to him, kept on a polite smile, nodding all the while. It was difficult not to cringe, though, knowing his theory--no matter how sound--was eventually going to be disproved. This was real, she knew that much. Where the reality was was the true question.

As he gestured to the clock, she looked up at it, then at him. Bracing herself, she wondered how much he would freak out when the time changed. Hopefully he wouldn't lash out at her...but it was a possibility, given how strongly he was holding onto this belief. Sure enough, as the minute hand clicked into place, she saw his confidence begin to crumble as he attempted to reconcile what had just happened.

Sighing softly, she took slow step towards him, gently holding out a hand to touch his arm.

"This isn't a dream, strange as it is. This is real. Just take deep breathes...oh dear, we never introduced ourselves," she smiled, trying to sooth his nerves, which she saw were beginning to fray. "I'm Fuuka Yamagishi. What's your name?"