[The realization didn't change him back to an old man, but the way he carries himself is a little different now that he's more lucid. Knowing the whole getting locked in a trunk thing was thirty years ago does a lot to calm his immediate nerves.]

Ugh, right. It's been growing everywhere! I must've stepped on it or something. I couldn't move and then everything went dark on me.

[He looks around at the scene around them though - the flames are still burning bright as ever, hiding any trace of a real location. Stan scoffs and rolls his eyes - but more importantly, doesn't seem all that surprised.]

Y'know, for something that wants to drag out my old memories so bad, you'd think it'd pick one that was less on fire.