In this illusion

[Vincent is off in a forested area not far from town. He's seated under a tree, thinking and watching leaves fall.]

Yet another alternate reality... but something about this was different from others. As if we were living out a set story, each time...

[It's not as if they have the exact same fairytales on his world, after all, but there had been a strange way to how the week's events had unfolded that it was noticeable. He wonders about it, vaguely, and about the parallel to the one he'd lived through and how it fit into his own background. There's also plenty of other things on his mind, the typical human vs monster divide, and the love issues... but he won't bring any of those up on here.]

[He takes a red leaf in hand as it falls and stares at it.]

...the time of year... it's close. Perhaps it's best if I spend it away.

[...the return is disorienting. Vincent notices that he's somewhere near one of the lakes and at least that gives him some vague idea of his location. He takes a moment to collect his thoughts before he finally opens his journal.]

...Could someone inform me of the date?

[That done, he's going to... just remain where he is for a while. It's later in the day by the time he starts trudging back to town. Unfortunate for him, the aftereffect of mallynapping has left him temporarily stuck in Chaos form despite being mentally himself. So he'll be looking very monstery if you run across him.]