"I want to say psychics don't exist," he said after a second, pushing his glasses back up his nose to really get a good look at Dan, like really pay attention to him now because this was fucking different, wasn't it. A guy from his own universe, with more to him than met the eye. A familiar kind of story. "But a few months ago I killed a killer clown from outer space, so what the fuck do I really know." Yeah, no shit, something had happened to him.
"In me?" he repeated after a beat. "What do you mean?"
The sad part was, he was pretty sure he did know, okay. He'd just been ignoring it.