[That makes Michonne pause. How many times, even after people told her she couldn't get her son out of that closet, had she stood in front of it, willing the magic to give her back her three year old? Too many times to count, and she shakes her head just a little.]

It's limited. No people. [She's assuming that means parts of people too, but:]

If you die here, you come back. Don't know if you necessarily come back with all the same things you left with.