Sayaka paid heed to the wise words of the little girl. What she described reminded Sayaka of the witch barriers she had known of, an otherworldly dimensional space witches would use to conceal themselves. Whether if this place was related to what she had been fighting or not, she was quite sure that she was not dreaming, and she certainly didn't remember paying a visit to a museum full of eccentric beings as part of the morning schedule either. So it was either that someone had put her and perhaps these individuals as well under an illusion spell, or it was as that little girl had implied, that they were all trapped in a supernatural reality space, incapable of leaving unless the host of this little gathering was dealt with.

She huffed a little sigh, annoyed that things had became trickier than walking out a door and heading home. The more she was convinced that Homura was not responsible for this, the more frustrated she became. She had her own crisis to deal with at home, and now she was expected to drop the responsibility of handling said crisis to have a vacation in some otherworldly dimension. She grinded her teeth upon that thought.

[i]"What's going to happen to Madoka and the others? I can't stay here..."[/i]