[It really is like a dream. Like an overactive imagination conjured up the whole thing. Maybe purgatory has a sense of humor. Maybe he's going crazy.

But she's still there. She still exists even after he turns his back. And she's still there when he comes back almost in a daze. At least this place stays constant. Not like out there, where some cosmic interdimensional rift or whatever makes things exist temporarily, or exist wrong, or not exist at all. This place is purportedly safe. Maybe. At least he seems--not happier, exactly, but in lighter spirits to see her.]

Yeah. [To both questions, but he should probably be more specific.] Noodles sound good. And I've got a car. Do you not have a car? Does everyone get a vehicle or did I just wake up in the weirdest junkyard ever?