"No. No I'm telling you none of that happened. I'm telling you I was there and now I'm here. I don't know what's going on here, but I didn't black out. I didn't pass out. You'd know if I had, wouldn't you? But there was nothing, was there, nothing at all."

He pauses then, takes a deep breath as he looks around the room in the light of day. There's something still a little off about it; something he can't quite put his finger on.

Well, apart from the whole sitting chatting with a fictional character bit.

Maybe he finally is just going mad.