Then explain to me, Emmerich, why I woke up in the same prison cell, with all the same festering wounds, as though I'd never left it?

[Underneath the measured coldness of his tone, there is a sharp note of bitterness.]

I'd say the answer was obvious, but clearly you have a different one. Go ahead, humor me. Tell me about how it's more plausible that I went to another world than that I simply passed out and had a vivid dream.