Michael's eyes widened, realization dawning upon him as the dots connected in his mind. Everything all made sense now.
But that shock was soon replaced by feelings of confusion, and even slight resentment.
"You...where have you been for the past Aeons?!" Michael demanded, jabbing a finger at the disembodied air which spoke to him.
"We all thought you were dead, possibly even killed! we even mourned your loss! Why did you just disappear without a trace, and without telling us? Where have you been doing, and where were you when The Xir'algath nearly destroyed The Multiverse?! Twice!" He shouted, overwhelmed by his many questions.