"Oh. I guess those weren't rumors. And I guess... I kind of died."
Harry shrugged. "I woke up here. In a hospital. A psychiatric hospital. Trying to tell me that it wasn't real, it was all in my head. I played along, and they released me. Been here a few months now."
He glanced at the doorway where Dinah had gone. "Me and... oh, Dinah. Yeah. I think you'd like her, if you can, you know, sit down and have a conversation with her. If you insist on fighting, I'll order a mud pit and get flyers made. Get Fred to take video."