"Ah. According to Skulduggery, we're not so much removed from our worlds as copied into this world. There's still a Johnny Summer in Gallery in 1918, and in some sense I'm a duplicate of him, but free of whatever fate he's moving forward toward. It's all rather high level, and I'm not sure I completely understand the theories regarding realities, but there you have it."

He watches Siffleur for a reaction. More tossing plates around like the biggest toddler throwing a tantrum?