[A two-week hike on foot is largely irrelevant information, as far as Albert is initially concerned, because naturally Albert does not travel on foot, because that would be ridiculous. It's not until the second or third moment afterward, right about when Coop hits the part about it being a completely different world, that something goes click and Albert remembers that this is Coop, who details the exact contents of his lunch for his secretary with meticulous precision and delivers his findings in at least a reasonably straightforward manner. It's something that Albert likes about him, because Albert dislikes wasting time on pleasantries and fluff when they could be getting down to business.

But if Coop is describing his journey by foot, then that means one of two things: either Coop's doing one of his commune-with-nature things again and legitimately doesn't know how to get to the city he's in except by trekking through the woods like some visionary shaman in a trench coat (which isn't likely), or he's not giving directions of how to get there by car because there are no cars with which to get there.

And with that realization, Albert's day just got ten times worse.]

Thirty seconds ago we were standing in the hallway of the Sheriff's Department and now you're telling me I blinked and we're in a completely different world. What, am I supposed to click my heels together three times and send up a plea to the good witch of the north?

[Because if it were anyone, anyone but Dale Cooper telling him this, he'd have long since tuned it out...and yet...]

There better not be a yellow brick road and crowd of vertically-challenged welcome-wagoners when I go look out that door, Coop.