Finished with his current crate, he steps down the line to the next one, pausing with his hands resting on lid. Raven's description of radiation and mass evacuation had sparked a thought, and he'd been musing out loud by bringing the Library up--he has only himself to blame for her taking his words and running with them now.

"All right then, let's talk. You hadn't even heard of the Great Library before I brought it up, and I definitely don't remember nuclear weaponry or travelling in space," he replies for the sake of argument. "Where does that leave us? Time travel? I'm so far back in your time that all of what I know is a distant memory or the future? Or we're not from the same world at all, but alternate worlds that diverged somewhere?"

This is what he'd really meant by apples and oranges. This inescapable difference of perspective. Jess is at a loss for how to resolve it between himself and the other people assembled in town, and over the month he'd begun to think it's an 'all or nothing' choice. Accept everything's possible or nothing. He's still on the fence.

"And that's just us. We have people who believe in magic and other universes that trap people like honeypots. If that's true, our abductors aren't just sending a sign with these crates, they have the ability to bend time and space like it's nothing."