This isn't... I don't know, Sansa. I feel like this isn't real sometimes. Or like it doesn't count. Allison was dead too. She shouldn't have been here, especially not knowing she'd died, yet... she was. I don't get how it works, but I think it's... it's like a bubble. A bubble of something outside of how we live our lives. I don't know if we'll go back, but if we do, I don't know how much of this place will tag along with it.