That's the last he remembers and yet he's been here longer? Wen Ning's brows knit together in confusion. "Then... I don't understand. How did you get here before me?"

Had the puppet been lost in limbo somehow? No, he can't think about it. He really can't. Wen Ning hasn't even been subjected to more modern examples of science fiction and his imagination is still enough to have him thinking up all kinds of plausible yet uncomfortable scenarios. They're both here and safe now. That's what matters.

He shakes his head.

"You are alright here, aren't you? Y-you haven't been hurt? They treat you alright?" Whoever 'they' ends up being. The train itself, potentially, from what he's heard.