"No," Jack said plainly. Not one to beat around the bush.

"Felt just about as real as it always has," he told her. "And trust me, I should know; I've woken up in my own blood quite a few times."

Of course there was plenty she didn't know. She didn't know about his handy little knack not to stay dead, and really, that had to be a factor in whatever was going on.

"Point is," he said, "I didn't get here last time like I thought I did. Strange thing, seems I got a little muddled --and I wouldn't often admit to that-- But turns out I'd been shot. Familiar, Alex?"