Well, he can't tell him it's a book of poetry, at least that what John reckons, so he gets close to the truth as he can. "It was a book about jellicle cats," John explains. "Stories for lots of you. It was a good read from what I remember." He only remembers certain parts, but Mac's poem had been one of the most enjoyable. It seems to be disturbing the guy, though, and John feels bad for that. "We're from different realities, Mac, I'd bet money on it. Shouldn't be so surprising."

He looks at Doctor Jackson and thinks that more wormhole talk would probably kill the man right about now. Overload and all that. "Look, when you've settled, you want me to drop by so we can talk? Maybe we could learn something from each other. And I'd love to know about what you've seen out there. Probably as weird as the stuff I've seen."