"Whatever was happening there, it doesn't stop. You don't stop being there. They won't notice you're gone. I don't know why. It's... magic or... alternate dimensions. Who the fuck knows," I tried to explain, "But we didn't all die to get here. At least we don't think so. I mean, I don't know why we're all so fucking sure we're not in some kind of Purgatory, honestly."

I picked at a loose piece of yarn on his blanket.

"I've never seen anybody show up as hurt as you were," I admitted, after a pause. "I wasn't really sure you'd still be alive, but I had to see, you know?"