"Maybe it's too personal for some," Chris replies.

"I've died here. We were drawn into... a pocket dimension, I think. Where nightmares became reality. And one of my lovers murdered me." Chris glances away, then back to Jeff. "I've died and come back at home as well, and I remember it all. The fear and the pain. We are our memories. And those memories are part of me."

Does it matter? If asked, Chris would say that it does.