//... The people, I suppose. At least, the ones I met because of Fandom. There was no Fandom in Weapon X, no happy high school years during the end of the world as I knew it.//

He glanced toward his jacket, slung surprisingly neatly, for Jono, over the back of a nearby chair.

//There's a letter in one pocket... No other me has had that. S'a touchstone, of sorts. I don't have many of those.//