The government. Changed our genes, thought we wouldn't notice. Made us into mutants. A sullen nod, and while this may sound like inane rambles, there is a hint of hardened fear in Travis's eyes. They hunted us down. Every last one of us.

And then he was here.

"Magic!" He's been doing well, but that one manages to slip. "Can't believe people be claiming magic and--oh." Sorry. I heard the god thing. They're really about that, huh? "Not just--" not just a tourist attraction thing?