[ Ben catches it, the way Klaus sucks in a sharp breath, and the way he's holding himself isn't right. Normally, Klaus is loose-limbed and throws his body here and there, banging into things, tripping, letting momentum take him where it will. He's holding himself tight and still, right now, and that's notable. But it's one tiny observation that is currently buried under a mountain of 'what the everloving fuck'. ]

I know.

[ And what else is there to say? He's sure the same questions are racing through Klaus's head as were racing through his when he first arrived here. How? Why? Who had done it? How can he be alive again? How can he be alive in this body, at this age? Could it be a trick, an illusion, a trap of some kind that he is letting himself fall right into. ]

Somehow, whatever brought me here must've just... made a mistake?

[ It's an unsatisfying answer, and that is audible in Ben's voice, but he isn't sure what else to think. He keeps standing there, letting Klaus hold his wrist, grateful for the way it steadies him and reminds him that yes, this is real. At least, probably. ]

Have you seen any of the others, or heard from them? Did Vanya wake up yet?

[ For him, it had been instantaneous after all - one moment they were in a circle in that theatre, linked, hurtling themselves into the unknown to try to go back and stop the apocalypse. If Klaus is here, maybe all of them are here, and Ben is worried for his sister. She had been so empty, so unlike herself on that stage. Draining her brothers, trying to kill them. That manifestation of her powers had been a little too familiar for Ben's liking. And if he is alive again - if he is, he can actually talk to her. Maybe help her. ]