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[ he's a little scared of what might happen if he touches this ladder? like, what is it even made out of?? she said carbonated steel, but that's not something you can just make appear... except that she did. Henry doesn't know why he's questioning this when he's seen so many stranger things; maybe it's because the rest of his surroundings feel grounded in reality this time. It would be easier to accept if he was slipping in and out of consciousness, like before... ]

Uh... okay...

[ hesitantly, he reaches out a hand to it, as if it's going to burn him or suck out his soul or something when he makes contact. ]