"Well think about it," he considered out loud, as much to himself as to her. "There has to be something making these journals connect. We have aliens here, that Spock guy and the Sigma kid." As Connor had no way of knowing that the little Sigma he'd talked to on the day they'd been children was the same man who'd berated him as an adult on his very first day. "Maybe it's something from one of their planets. Or some form of magic, we've got that going on here, too. Hell, it could just be some really advanced technology. I couldn't come up with it, not without some work, but it can't be impossible, it'd be sort of like an internet messaging system, if you will. Just on paper."
Sorry, Selene, but once Connor hit a subject he was interested in? He could be there for days. And potential new technology most definitely interested him.