[ One of the first rules of the Connor house is: No one is ever safe. That sentiment extends to people. No matter who that person is and the loss of his uncle is still too fresh to put out of his mind. ]

Maybe I've just got an adventurous palate. Or a science experiment.

[ For the school he hasn't been attending in this crazy town. It's not like there's anyone that's tried to make him. But it's also not like he's let anyone get close enough to yet. It's still not a denial of what he needs the stuff for. He takes a chance. ]

I used most of mine with the robot bears.

[ Which is the only reason he took the chance with this kind of exposure. The only reason he's pretty sure he knows who this guy is, is because of that picture. Only one person outside of John ever had it. He's kept it safe all this time and he has a few years yet before it goes to the person it's meant to. ]

Reese. [ He repeats a little slowly, still shocked at the confirmation. The serial number. His heart jumps in his throat and he has to clear it, face pinching as he draws in a breath. ] It's John. John Baum.

[ Only just before that they'd actually used the name Reese. It was the closest he'd been to his dad ever then. Able to use that name instead of Connor and it not feel like he was having to hide from the world. ]