Ned wakes up in a nice room on top of a comfortable bed, wearing a suit. His lungs are clear, he's not particularly thirsty, and both he and the room feel like they're a fine temperature for those things to be.
...he could try to explain a lot of these facts as medical interventions that might have happened while he was unconscious, but the suit would remain baffling, so it doesn't seem like it makes sense to bother.
Very carefully, in case he is confused about his condition somehow, he gets up and tries exiting the room.
"The Bacheloret Dimansion for season ten-twenty, Swansong. But I bet that's confusing, so let's start with: you died. Sorry about that."
"Normally nothing non-obvious happens to people who die in your universe. But we, being from a highly magically and technologically advanced society, have resurrected you in particular."
"That's right. Or, the definition of 'television' has expanded and shifted a fair bit, but we still do call it that."
"That's complicated to answer and I'm not going to try! Lotta different flows of time going on around here. We're on, as I said, season ten-twenty, but most places are progressing much more slowly than we do. Most universes we release to get between five and twenty new seasons per local Earth year, generally."
"Truly so many. Way fewer in the CRC, the Cypress Realitary Coalition, which is the umbrella polity that we operate under, than exist or even are known about by somebody in the CRC. But like 'probably not literally infinite, maybe' is the best I can do you there."
"I see.
"And... why does the television show you are implying exists have the power to resurrect people such as me specifically?"
"It's a very lucrative show, and it turns out that when a lot of universes are put together in the right combination, people can get very powerful very quickly."