[Quentin, who was always better with books and TV than with people. Who connected with Star Trek and Fillory, with fantasy and escapism just beams at her and waves at her to go on.]

You're right. I forgot what the river was called, but I think maybe you're right. And-- and when I woke up? I knew I was dead. I knew it because I saw it, and I saw my friends before I-- uh, before I moved on? Except moving on meant to here? Which, okay. I don't get at all.

[He smiles, gesturing a little with his hands.]

Oh, it's not just heart beats. You breathe. Your skin will feel warm, and you can sweat here. We're not even behaving like zombies. It's-- I don't know what it is, but it's not anything like how I thought it would be.

[At least he thought dying would stop all the grim and gritty disasters from happening around him. Tough luck.]