It was a town in America, apparently. But it wasn't really in America, just a duplicate version of it. Many things happened there. I could probably write a novel about it if I wanted to. I... don't remember how I managed to get back, though.

[ Her voice cracks a bit, as she gives him a nostalgic smile, her eyes welling in tears. ]

But I know better now. I wanted you to remember, but I guess you didn't. That's okay, though. After all, I already know enough.

Right, John?