He still feels uneasy, even when the dot on the near horizon does turn out to be Joe Liebgott, looking different from how he'd seen him only moments before. He should trust the words, but his mind isn't so quick to catch up, still clasping onto that doubt. "Do you have a better explanation for how I wound up in the Pacific when I was supposed to be getting on a truck?" he asks dubiously.

"Am I dead?" he questions. "Did I get hit with something? Are you even real?" he asks warily, wondering at a heaven that's delivered him Liebgott, of all people. He's not sure what to think of that, but his cheeks flush slightly as old, repressed thoughts try and break their barrier to tell him why Liebgott being here wouldn't be so bad.