"A recurring villain? Oh, how droll. I certainly hope so, it would at least let me feel vindicated."
He snorts. "Dolls. They're giving them out to children. Adorable little toys that make sounds when you squeeze them, and oh yes, some of them look like me and use my voice, and some of them of people I knew. At least one person I met found his father among the merchandise, so I can only surmise there's a strong likelihood you'd find someone familiar."
He sighs. The manic sense of it all finally making sense has faded, at least, and that slightly-mad look has left his eyes. "I keep thinking this is all a dream, some grand illusion my mind has cobbled together to reassure me before... or perhaps there's such a thing as a Hell, and I've found myself there."
It would certainly make sense.