[Michael doesn't want to answer that, but he doesn't want to be rude. Hmm. One of his hands comes up and scratches at the inside of his arm, up by his shoulder. He chews on his lip for a second.]

I did some stuff I wasn't supposed to. My dad was really mad about it.

[He doesn't like the way his voice wavers, just ever so slightly, on that second part. He tries to move past it as quickly as possible, catching himself and forcing his hand back to join the other one.]

What do you mean we're in another dimension? [He laughs a little nervously, like he's not sure if this is a joke or not.] That stuff's not real.