[This place only gets more confusing by the second. But at least it's an adequate distraction from his ordeal, for the time being.]

I'm afraid I don't know any shepherdesses named Mary, or what a Bo-Peep is.

[He crouches to take a seat on the ground and coaxes the Skitty over, scratching the top of her head as she curls up by his feet.]

I still haven't decided whether my being here is a blessing or a curse. Perhaps a bit of both.

[He mulls over her words for a moment, almost certain she would change her tune if she knew his name or his face. Some lonely part of him wants to take that chance, but he restrains himself -- impressively, considering the past decade. But still, he is curious...] If you don't mind my asking, where did you come from that being spirited away is... well, better?