I do have to get back.  Despite the amount of time I can feasible stay here now, I left something behind unfinished. Incomplete.  [A vague statement, but nonetheless true.  Somehow, by some impossible means, V's body has halted its degradation, no longer feeling as if it's crawling towards an inevitably slow dissolve. But that didn’t mean that he should enjoy it — it was but a constant reminder of how he had been torn from his own reality and transplanted into this one.]

How close have we come to figuring out why we’ve been brought to this place?