"Uh, I haven't seen any Star Trek characters..." Honestly, sometimes Roger wondered just how Mark survived without him. He was a child at times. Not like Roger was much better with his temper, but still! Mark just screamed out innocent and hurt me. It wasn't something Roger was thrilled about, especially here. New York was bad enough, but in a place where there were demons and the like? But Mark would be Mark and there was nothing Roger could do to change that. Now hopefully he wouldn't come across Maureen and figure, since Joanne wasn't here, he had another chance. Because really? That was the last thing the filmmaker needed.
Finishing his tea, Roger had been about to go clean the cup when he heard the next question.
"I'm not sure how it works. There are those of us who are recognized as people from works of fiction... and then there are people who show up but aren't recognized. I know Freddie punched the director of one of the kid's directors and the director thought he was someone named Adam Pascal, who seems to be a broadway actor who 'originated' me and portrayed Freddie."
As they talked, Roger had to wonder how many times he was going to repeat that he didn't exactly know. It was humbling, sure. But really? None of it made sense even after being here a while. And while Roger had plenty of street smarts, he had to if he had survived running away from home at sixteen, none of them prepared him for this.