[ Jesus, it's been ages since he's had a normal conversation. With somebody he has at no point caused grievous bodily harm no less. Excuse him for a moment, but there's a single manly tear that needs shedding. On the inside, of course.
The shelf seems to shift a little, some of the books in it changing colour and size. Philip's finger now rests on a red cover. Pulling it out halfway part of the title Courtship and Marriage in Victorian England is revealed. He quickly lets the book fall back into place. ]
I'm... not much of a fiction reader, to be honest.
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I've been trying to read up on... anything that could explain this, you know, parallel dimensions and- and such, but it's...
[ He shakes his head. ]
It's just so much theory and none of it...
[ Philip trails off. Having to use the word theory in a negative context is somehow deeply defeating. But this is Wonderland, Master of Mocking the Laws of Physics at Every Turn.
He's learned to cope. Grudgingly. And it's not like there are no perks to it at all. ]
Then I came across an actual physics section one day and since then I've mostly been...
[ A quick look through the changing shelf makes him reach for a thick binder, the title being something or other including "of Quantum Non-Locality". ]
I've been reading my students' theses. They won't-- [ He flips through the pages. ] They won't have written those for another three years at least.
[ He stops at a seemingly particularly fascinating page and revels in the time paradox for a moment... until he remembers that he has company now. Remember, Philip? People? The living things you have a conversation with? ]
I'm... sorry.
[ The binder hurriedly disappears amongst the other Wonderland works and Philip looks back at Evelyn. ]
I should probably ask you the same, I expect your answer would turn out to be more interesting.
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[ Jesus, it's been ages since he's had a normal conversation. With somebody he has at no point caused grievous bodily harm no less. Excuse him for a moment, but there's a single manly tear that needs shedding. On the inside, of course.
The shelf seems to shift a little, some of the books in it changing colour and size. Philip's finger now rests on a red cover. Pulling it out halfway part of the title Courtship and Marriage in Victorian England is revealed. He quickly lets the book fall back into place. ]
I'm... not much of a fiction reader, to be honest.
{ }
I've been trying to read up on... anything that could explain this, you know, parallel dimensions and- and such, but it's...
[ He shakes his head. ]
It's just so much theory and none of it...
[ Philip trails off. Having to use the word theory in a negative context is somehow deeply defeating. But this is Wonderland, Master of Mocking the Laws of Physics at Every Turn.
He's learned to cope. Grudgingly. And it's not like there are no perks to it at all. ]
Then I came across an actual physics section one day and since then I've mostly been...
[ A quick look through the changing shelf makes him reach for a thick binder, the title being something or other including "of Quantum Non-Locality". ]
I've been reading my students' theses. They won't-- [ He flips through the pages. ] They won't have written those for another three years at least.
[ He stops at a seemingly particularly fascinating page and revels in the time paradox for a moment... until he remembers that he has company now. Remember, Philip? People? The living things you have a conversation with? ]
I'm... sorry.
[ The binder hurriedly disappears amongst the other Wonderland works and Philip looks back at Evelyn. ]
I should probably ask you the same, I expect your answer would turn out to be more interesting.