"Once you start questioning who is and isn't real, that gets slippery," Phoenix countered, gesturing with his fork. "What about Landel himself? From what I've heard, he's only been seen once, and nobody's actually managed to touch him. With how unbelievable everything here is, you could make a case for nothing being real except for what we remember from home." He paused, then snorted, a wry smirk worming its way onto his face. "Which is funny, considering that's the one thing they're trying to convince us is fake."

He propped his chin on his palm, frowning thoughtfully. "I talked with one of the other patients awhile back, about possibly tracing where the radio is broadcasting from. That's the best lead I have for trying to figure out Doyle and his people, but even then, getting the machinery and setting everything up would be a huge project. I'm not sure any of the clubs would be willing to pick it up."