"I didn't die," he says, defensive for having been pressed by Credence. For not being able to remember precisely what did happen after he crashed the truck, only that there was something. Which means he survived it. "This is not some place for the dead."

But to rule that out, he has to think about what it could be, what it might be, and there's nothing to support any real idea. He can't have smaller hallucinations in a big one, surely. He can't see maggots that aren't there or smell peaches that don't exist if he's also just--seeing and hearing everything and everyone else around him.

Settling all of his possessions on the table, he doesn't lash out, but he does pull his hands in, containing himself fully in his seat. Jude turns his head to one side and lets it be the end of even the start of an outburst. "Sorry, it's not--you. If you have some kind of advice, you should just give it, it's not like any of us really know what we're doing."