Richard just gives him a dull stare. What are these make-believe places he's talking about? He wasn't able to parse if Serge was screwing with him with the hair thing, but given his normally straightforward and honest personality, he was guessing not.

Which means that he was in the shit.

"Okay, so. The Dream Width is a cloud around the planet made from memories and dreams and stuff, and you were skimming it and I just sorta fell out." A pause. "It's a good thing I am really good at falling."