"Yeah," he agrees, tracing his fingers along the margins. There's something disturbing about the combination, of mundane schoolwork and fae malice, but he can't quite put his finger on what bothers him about it.

"Maybe...maybe it has something to do with the visions we had," he said, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "I mean...a lot of people...and I'm starting to agree with them...a lot of people think they might be memories. That...we were...I don't know. Someone or somewhere else before here. What if..." And here his eyes widen. "What if this is from my home?"