[ John carries on another few paces before he realizes Loki has drawn up short. He turns back to face him, palms splayed again in that placating way. ]

Sorry, see, that's what I'm saying. The 'purgatory' angle is a whole can of worms, I should've just left it at 'pocket dimension.' [ He does look kind of apologetic, gone awkward in the face of actual alarm. ] I get the sense that some people think it's aliens, so really, the jury's out. I would personally put my money on us not being dead.

[ He steps forward, closes the distance between them so that he can speak more carefully. To this, there's an actual hesitation. A greater sense of weight. ]

The memories will come back over time. I wouldn't push it.

[ Because they're all probably shit, he doesn't say. ]