He's quiet again, the kind of silence that came over him when he is considering the cards before him, the cards in his hand, and what the others there with him are doing, the looks on their faces. At length he sighs.

"Best I can tell, I died a year ago," he admits. "Only been here about two months now though. Not sure what that says about this place. I'm not even sure what to think about it. I would say I don't believe it but I know I wasn't lied to."

He shrugs, not even sure why he brought it up.

"Right. Unicorns. We're still trying to work out shoeing them."