[ "It's just cathartic," he wants to say, but he's quiet while she talks instead and stays quiet a moment after that, staring at the screen Glory'd been typing from. ]

I hope it's not either. [ ...but it probably is. It'd be nice to be able to visit other worlds though—other times. For all that Hellsalem's Lot City and the rest of his Earth has, the people he's met here? There's no one close to any of them.

He's certain of that. Not his world, not the Alterworld, not anything else that might still be running parallel to either. ] ...I should've asked about that. I should've asked about our powers. Then we'd know for certain.

[ ...he can't help but think about the Kingmaker's words, how it was smart of him not to trust someone who appeared this late in the game, and adds almost as an afterthought: ] Or something like it. We'd have an idea.