[ John rubs at his own temple like he has the first notes of a headache blooming there. ]

Yeah, it all worked out okay.

[ For a very limited definition of okay. Actually, probably it went exceedingly badly by several metrics, but he would prefer to skip over all of that bit and the ten thousand years after, since they're not relevant to Daniel's situation. ]

I'm here now. And I'm not the only one with a weird story — but you're not the only one who's been freaked out by it all, either. We're all stuck in this madness together, that's what you've got to hold onto.