"Yeah. In Montana, if you want to consider the scale of 'middle of nowhere' that we're in."

He considers the stranger's words as he comes closer. "That... makes sense," he concedes. If he'd left the door open, it should be open still, right?

If it's a dream- which, he assumes it is, given that there's no logical reason for several things, not least of all that he's back in Hope County, that doesn't explain why he doesn't recognize the newcomer. Rook thinks he remembers something about not being able to dream of faces you've never seen before. Maybe that wasn't true, though.