Jane hummed and nodded. This train of thought was doing absolutely nothing for her morale. She didn't want to get used to this place and she didn't want to not find her father and go home - or, as much as the Land of Crypts and Helium could be home.

What broke her out of her gloomy thoughts was not a revelation of any kind, but of a little realization that had been bugging her from the corner of her mind. She turned to John.

"I just realized something - well, I had an inkling, but I'm sure of it now. I think I might have talked to you before, over the journals. What's your name?"