Simon wanted to just be left alone, but George wasn't letting him. George!
"George! What are you...what's going...what the holy fuckin' hell?" He'd heard that phrase somewhere before, and it seemed to fit now. He looked at the woman who had been Milly, Molly, whatever, and now she was George. It was George. Yes, for the moment, he was missing the point.
"Am I dead?" Apparently dead, or semi-dead, Simon was a little slow.