[He heaves a small sigh because he doesn't KNOW, Carlos, he doesn't know why everyone else accepts it but you seem so fixated on how it Should Be. He doesn't know why it isn't the same to start with. He reaches for the watch, traces along its face as if it's the most important artifact in the entire town and maybe it is, maybe it isn't, but for the moment it can be. He speaks slowly and carefully, somewhere between his Radio Voice and his normal one, but this is Important. How he answers is Important. And the answer's so obvious to him, but that doesn't mean he shouldn't be careful with it. Answers are fickle things, more dangerous than most people realize, even if they're good ones.]

Everything. You've already learned so much, studied so much about us. You understand more about our little berg, at least from the Science perspective, than anyone here ever has. We don't look because we know we won't understand it, like the void or the lights above Radon Canyon or that little transdimensional hole behind the record store. Because we don't need to. Because it's how things work here and always has been, we don't need Science to tell us why. That's what City Council is for. But you do because you need your own answers, and that's so beautiful and brave and rebellious. Of course your work here is going to accomplish something. I...don't know what, and it's entirely possible it will be something terrifying and potentially dangerous, but it might not be. You came here because we were the most "scientifically interesting" place, right? So...maybe something with that. Maybe you'll write about us. And tell all your scientist friends. And they'll be so impressed, and then it really will matter.