It was taking everything in Jack not to run, to fall to his knees, to cry or... something. Anything to make this right. But it wasn't, and he wasn't entirely sure she wasn't right.
"I never died, miss. Fell 'sleep back in '83, woke up here. I ain't dead, miss. I ain't.." He finally gave in to the urge to fall to the ground, putting his hands to his face, holding back the naseua.