"I'm at a bit of a loss," he admits. "I'm not sure why or how I am here, or for what reason. So I really can't say that I have any particular goals in mind. I was only looking around." It's a strange and foreign excuse for an underworld, if that's what it was. That doesn't seem quite right either, but he remembers those last moments of life quite vividly down to the sound his neck made when it snapped, thank you. "What sort of things do you like to do where you are from?"