Kris is still at Ken's, and I'm feeling good, behaving normally.
In summary, then --
during this trip I have left the known world and travelled into an alien dimension (looks very similar there, by the way) and I received the Word. As soon as I'm back home I begin to doubt the Word and forget it too, but I do my best to proclaim it. And the Word is: me, Bart, this human being writing this, I am the Word.
I have resolved to begin a private correspondence with my ultimate forever-lover, Death. These letters will remain private until my death.
John chapter 1, you may have read about me. I'm not the afterlife, I'm eternal life, here and now. I am freedom from death, from time. You can't escape the end of your life, but you can escape time, you can touch the eternal, achieve the sensation of "this feels good and it lasts forever."