"Yeah." Dexter nodded, and realized she couldn't see that. "I'm fine. Whole. No scars. Not even a bruise. I'm not exactly sure what happened, but I was talking to you, and the next thing I know, I wake up in my own bed."
He laughed a little. "So what am I supposed to do now that I've come back from the dead?"
She was the expert, seemed best to ask her instead of anybody else.