That feels, eh... [ He wiggled his hand. He was going to say different, but really, like...how different? He took some things for granted: witches, demons, vampires, ghosts - the usual fare. Time travel, though? ]

Well, okay. But, see - he wasn't always - [ He gestured messily over his shoulder in the vague direction of the crypt Nihil's body temporarily slept in between tours. ] - that. He died. Which is pretty par for the course, no?

This? [ Another semi-frantic and vague gesture at his young mother's stomach, but it slowed into a calmer movement, Fingers knitted together, wringing gently, as Sister touched his face. ] I mean, I don't know. I guess probably if you said this was something you could do, I would believe that.