"Wow," Emil says. "Do you think that's... more unreality? Or more reality that was brought back to life?" he asks. And then it all sort of comes crashing back of what had happened. He's still not sure what any of that means, it's a lot to process. "We don't have the memory stick either," he confesses. "We lost everything. I can't even turn into milk anymore." He looks a bit put-out.