[Stepping into a field of stars isn't comfortable at the best of times, but considering Nikaidou had just turned to ask a question of someone who obviously wasn't there anymore... His entrance to the Plane consists of twisting, flailing his arms, and then falling face down onto what looks like nothingness. He stays that way, just looking downwards, for several seconds, before cautiously bringing himself to his feet.]

Ah... Hello? [He takes a careful step forward and relaxes just a bit when he still doesn't fall through the "floor"] Is there anyone here? I would very much like to go back to where I was. [He slowly turns around to look the other way, and is even more surprised to see what is apparently a forest just... existing in the midst of the stars. He backs off a step.] Maybe I fell down and hit my head. Shouldn't I remember falling, though?

[After a quick shake of his head, he pushes up his glasses and closes his eyes, not yet dropping his hand. He lowers his voice — both in volume and tone] Even if I fell down, it shouldn't feel this real. Someone could have moved me after I fell. But where would a place like this...?

[He exhales slowly and returns his hand to his side, opening his eyes at the same time. His voice returns to its higher, perkier tone, and he looks around again] Is there anybody there? I don't know how I got here, but I just want to go home.

[On the Plane appears a figure who is by now probably pretty familiar to some. But this Chris looks a little older, and distinctly more eighties than seventies. Gone are the brown suits and knitted jumpers, replaced with a stonewashed denim jacket, patterned shirt, skinny polyester tie, and jeans tight enough they look as though they could have been painted on. His hair's acquired a few blonde highlight's too.

The one thing that doesn't seem to have changed since the seventies is his expression. He looks about as gormless as ever, and extremely confused about suddenly finding himself in the middle of space.]

Bloody hell.

...Ray? [He looks around again, as though he's fully expecting to suddenly find him right next to him.]

Shit... [He chews his lip, serious worry starting to creep into his features now. Nervous rambling is go.] Bit like that Hitch Hikers thing, this. Being stuck in the middle of space. Only I reckon I'd be dead by now if it were properly like that. [He glances nervously at his watch, breathing in to check he still can.] Yeah, definitely been here more than thirty seconds... Shouldn't even have been able to breathe to begin with, should I?

Maybe I've just lost it. Gone schizo, or something. Hallucinations, and that.

Or abducted.

...I dunno. Maybe abduction would be better. At least I don't think that'd last too long.