"I wasn't planning on asking, actually," Jon grumbles under his breath, and turns to the cabinets, once again searching futilely for a kettle. Then, at a normal conversational volume: "So now that we've established where we aren't and what this place isn't, that still leaves the question of what it is."

He frowns, closes the cabinet in front of him, and moves to the next. "What is the point of telling us we're all dead? I ... remember what happened to me, and I would believe I am dead, but you said you were in another city. What's the last thing you remember doing there before you arrived here?"