Quantum physics, alternate universes, and anything else that sounded like it might belong in a comic book or a science fiction novel had never interested Jonathan very much. People were interesting enough, on their own; he couldn't understand why scientists needed to make things up to study when they, themselves, were obviously the more interesting subject. Now, however, he wouldn't deny that he wished he'd picked up a book or two on the matter. "I think you're letting your imagination get away from you," he snipped, but immediately regretted it for sounding all too much like his father. (Given the choice between growing up like him or catching his mother's sickness, Jon never hesitated to side with his mother.)
"I told you already," he insisted. All the more proof of how little this simple, random other boy was paying attention to him. Fine. Very well. All but sticking his nose in the air, Jonathan recalled the evets (again) for Shawn. Very. Slowly. So not to lose him, this time. "I was in the library - not the one at school. I went through a door and this is what was on the other side. And I don't know where this is."