Well, it’s a sort of highlight. Not being dead has its uses. But it doesn’t tell us much about our material reality.

[He pauses to take a sip of his lemonade, mostly for dramatic effect.]

After we come back, there’s something different about the buildings. Not visibly, mind. Something’s off on a molecular level. None of the relative age signatures make sense. It’s like the town becomes temporally unstuck.

[He beams, clearly expecting this to make sense to John.]