If that's what they call coming out of some kind of bloody coma and hearing some woman telling me she'll give me a gift if I play nicely with the other refugees or some shit. [He screws up his face, twirling a finger in the air as he tries to recall the details.] And something, something... every plane of existence is just gone.

[Which he seems to take in stride, if only because he rather liked that incentive Darma offered and there are worse things.] And on top of all of that, there's a dragon problem, which is never a good problem to have. Have I left anything out?