Jay rolls his eyes, impatient with the question and his whole damn situation. "Here," he says, gesturing unnecessarily around them. "Manhattan, the real one, not this... whatever this is. I mean before that it was a different universe, but who even gives a shit about that. Is any of this ringing a fucking bell?" Of course he had to wind up in the big dream where no one remembers shit about anything. He could add he's dead, but he isn't quite ready to just drop that out all nonchalant and shit, not quite the way he is with 'different universe'.