"You don't know what 9/11 is?" he repeated in horror and surprise. How could anyone not know what it was? "It was the worst day," he said softly, looking to the ground, biting into his lip hard to stop himself from crying. "Some men flew planes into two buildings on purpose, and they killed the passengers on the plane, and the people in the buildings, and they didn't even know them at all, and my dad was in the building for work," he told her, almost in one breath.
Oh, and that news was no good. His heart sank, and he really did want to cry. "But but- none of that makes any sense!" he shouted in frustration. "How can you be from 1982? I wasn't born! And how are we here, what's the point? Why? If there's no one for the key here, then why am I here?" he almost screamed, the tears breaking through, stinging at his eyes and pouring down his cheeks.