There's a crease of confusion between his eyes, hand still out against now empty space. This dream seems wrong. He's not going with any flow, doesn't feel compelled. He's just...here. He's just here, and he's not sure where 'here' is.

Maybe this is actually happening? Hold on. No, that can't be. Can it? He takes a step back himself, blinking, slowly lowering his hand. This...needs figured out. Turns and starts to walk away. He can do that now. He can walk away. There's no flow of events here.