It didn't help that Allen still hadn't explained anything about the situation to him. He didn't know what to think about the names given. Was Komui another friend? An enemy? The one he'd killed?

"This place messes with people's heads," was all he could point out. "Are you sure everything you saw was real? Or that things, people, were what and who they said they were?" Gin, or Gary as he'd called himself, had seemed real enough. The cigarettes he left for Sanji were certainly real. But he hadn't acted anything like the real Gin. He didn't like having to question what was real and what wasn't, and maybe he was just making things more confusing, but...