"Of course not, Hank." He knew a lot of the things Hank did were to prove a point. Some of his questions were rhetorical. "I still believe in the dream, I just don't believe in the man anymore. His vision has become blurred." He sighed, knowing Hank would never truly get it. He leaned back in the seat, looking at him.
"I know none of it was real. But how am I the only one questioning? Everyone else is happy with their electronic mail and their twitter birds. I want to know why it happened." He knew for Hank this world was excellent. For Scott, it was alright but things were still questioned. "I would never do something as bold as to call him out in front of others. Not in a group anyway. I am telling you, I told Alex, and I will tell Emma later. But the students don't need to know what I feel."
There was a hesitation as he looked at the ground. "I just feel alone, Hank. Like I am looking for a problem that doesn't exist because everyone else is blind and won't accept it."