[Kyle rubs at his face. He's not really sure what to make of all of this, but the more they talk about it, the more doubt he has. The more holes there are in the explanations he's conjured for himself.]

This would be the weirdest fever dream I've had in a while.

[He's been sick enough in his life to have had some weird ones, but he's never dreamed in monochrome before.]

I don't know. I guess I must have been at school? Or something? Maybe I'm sick. [He frowns, finding the entire thing odd. It hasn't occurred to him that the house might be part of his problem.] What were you doing?