[She wonders if it's the traditional sort of hunter he's speaking about, or the kind that hunts things in the night. Around here, you never know. But that will come later.]

Don't worry. This isn't any afterlife I'm familiar with. When you leave here, you'll go back to... wherever that would be.

[Meja knows about how it works, now. You either stick or around, or you're sent away. Back home. And then sometimes you're unlucky enough to come back.]

In the meantime, the corridors change, and it's very difficult to find a door outside.