"Yes!" Roger said quickly, making sure to put a fine point on it in an effort to quell O-Ren's panic. "I..." He sat down in the chair next to the bed facing O-Ren. "For the past few years when this happened, I was asleep like them. And I... went home. Or dreamed about home or something. Only it wasn't just me. I saw people I cared about, too. Some people from the island." He had no idea if that made any sense, but it was the best and simplest he could do.