[At least someone loves him. Of course, when she denies the existence of magic he seems to settle on giving her a very blank stare. He's not sure what to say just yet, an idea unraveling in the back of his head that he doesn't want to think about but now it's there and it's hard to ignore.

Magic. Magic?]

Radiation could come from a phone battery couldn't it? [He doesn't buy it, but he's not going to shoot down her ideas either.] Let's start with the commonalities between you, me, and our friends that we know are experiencing this weird crap. Obviously you and I are related so that's a gene thing. The Strider kids are all experiencing weird memories, too. But why did I start dealing with it before you did? That's the part that's missing. What triggers this into happening?