What the hell was she talking about? Was any of this even real? Christ, maybe he'd drowned. Maybe he'd lost so much oxygen to his brain that there was some sort of permanent damage, and this was all some mad hallucination.
It was a lot to take in.
"Purgatory..." he mused on the word, wondering if she might have a point there. "Do you think we are? Somewhere between living and dying?" he asked of her.
"Yeah, that's what the water tank was for- sorry, ponies?" he repeated in disbelief. "You've seen ponies perform the trick? Uh- I'm- no, what? In a circus?" he was so very confused.