Jack frowned when he mimicked the swinging of the roque mallet. Like he had done. Come out and take your medicine. He remembered himself saying. He forced a smile, that was more of a grimace. "Well, it can't reach you here. It can't reach either of us here." Though fairly, it couldn't reach Jack at all. Dan and Bryn had seen to that.
That smile became more honest. More true. "It's not a picture Doc. It's the real thing. Man walking on the moon real." Except there wasn't a moon to walk on. That he knew of.