Luther raised his eyes to the ceiling, doubting the boy would believe him. His sarcasm probably wouldn't go far, but with his irritation he couldn't help it. "Let's see - I turn into a fictional character every full moon. I was recently sent to Russia in a time period not my own. Several residents in the building have inexplainable powers-" Not that Parker would be given specific examples by him. "I'm forgetting something - oh yes." His grimace deepened. "And I was locked in a room with several others and forced to follow a rhyme. Just a few ordinary spells."