The memory's wiles can be cruel. In its silence, we forget.

[It pans back to Raz after that little bit is finished.] ...And how we're trapped? Without powers, and without any clues to get home... well, I've also been looking for clues to get home. And I've found nothing yet. Except that sometimes, people go into comas and from what I've heard and experienced, either they get astrally projected home for a period of time... or we're the astral projections. [Raz has been thinking about this, and the facts add up. For him.] Whatever the case, unless the mysterious kidnappers decide they're bored with us, we're trapped here.