[He's about to ask if he's still there, or if he's fallen asleep or dropped his tablet, when he returns, and he's so quiet, with such an unexpected question, that he almost returns a question of his own.

But Beckett is looking for something. He'll help.]

I...well, I don't remember it very well. When I last saw it, I was only there in spirit, and my mind was burdened. It looked different when I was physically there, I know that much. I only saw what I needed to to understand my surroundings, when I saw it last. I saw the impression of stairs, of pathways, of angels watching me, all made of...not even light, I think, but something I can think of no other word to describe. I know that is not the way it is to an unfettered mind - I remember my very real wooden desk, for example.