"Name's Jackson," he replied, eying the man that had called himself Sam in their journal. "And he has a journal. He wrote in it last night thinking I was you."
He eyed the newcomer with a wariness he eyed all strangers. "Another American then eh? We seem to dominate these journals. Curious. So Sam. How did you come by your journal? Keiran tripped on his, I found mine rummaging in my pack. Did yours fall out of the sky and hit you on your head? And does it bother you at all that this seems like something magical? Like a little Harry Potter-ish?"