John doesn't recognize the names Mr. Keane provides, but he doesn't expect to. He doesn't recognize 'The Archive,' either, though something about the name draws him out of his own anxious thoughts. He knows what an archive is, a little — like a library, but not open to everyone, and for more than just books — but calling it The Archive makes it sound like the only one in the city. It sounds... important.
Martin gives him a light nudge, and John sits up straighter, as much startled by the contact as jostled back into the moment. The little rush of adrenaline helps, though, and he looks up at Mr. Keane with a small frown. "Call her, please," he agrees. "I want to talk to her."
It's only a small part of him that still wonders if Mr. Keane is making it all up, but even if he was, it'd be hard to rope in someone else without talking to them about it beforehand. If Katherine Rance is really friends with them, maybe she'll be able to prove it more easily.
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Martin gives him a light nudge, and John sits up straighter, as much startled by the contact as jostled back into the moment. The little rush of adrenaline helps, though, and he looks up at Mr. Keane with a small frown. "Call her, please," he agrees. "I want to talk to her."
It's only a small part of him that still wonders if Mr. Keane is making it all up, but even if he was, it'd be hard to rope in someone else without talking to them about it beforehand. If Katherine Rance is really friends with them, maybe she'll be able to prove it more easily.