"I was wondering about that too. How can we be sure that we died last night and woke up the very next morning? For all we know, that could have happened weeks ago, and the masses are only just now waking up from it." He said, twiddling his thumbs slightly. In his world, consciousness was fluid, and all interconnected: it wouldn't be that much of a stretch to say it was the same here. The transition from night to day had been disjointed and hadn't made much sense at all.

But he tended to over think these things when it wasn't necessary. The concept of consciousness versus unconsciousness was one that fascinated him, especially after Personae and the Collective Unconscious came to light. Nyarlathotep, he wasn't interested in, nor Philemon, to a point.

Jun looked up the two men near him: neither of them seemed to have gone through any physical change. Perhaps his theory wasn't as spot-on as he'd originally thought.

It wouldn't be the first time.

Fortunately, Edward provided a change of conversation for all of them. Introductions were good: though he knew his roommate's name, the other man had nothing Jun could use with which to identify him.

"My name is Jun Kurosu." He added onto Edward's introduction, nodding at the other man. The idea of bonding with someone whose name he didn't even know was not a new one to him, as he'd spent an entire summer not truly knowing his precious friends' faces, but here, things seemed to be slightly different. From what had been said on the Bulletin Board, knowing someone's identity was important, in case something severe happened. Things were more dangerous here than in Sumaru, if that was even possible.