It happens here. I keep telling myself not to expect things or expect people to stay. I'm sorry you lost your dad.
The what? Deaging? Oh, de-aging, right? Do you know... anything more about how we got married? I doubt it's going to happen here, of course, but I... I don't know why I'm asking.
Another Jack might show up, you never know. Of course you exist here, because you're here. Even if you vanished, you'd still exist. Because... I'm not smart or drunk enough to talk about existential things.