[ where freya is started by his voice, klaus is stopped. just for a moment, for an instant, he pauses in the determined stride he's begun to take in the direction of the mansion - because it is her. it's her name and her voice in this blasted device connected to this foreign network in this strange place.

his sister is here.

but the relief and dread of that one thought is cast aside and stifled; it's not heard in his brisk tone. ] I assume not in Kansas anymore. I'm out by a garden. In front of a mansion. I hope this sounds familiar to you. [ because it doesn't to him~ ]