A thought occurs to Jean, a black cloud seeming to cross his expression. "Perhaps I'm not the person from my world they were striving to summon. Perhaps they were reaching for someone else and their magic seized on me."

Because Locke or Sabetha would be the better picks, if anyone from his world were to be brought here. Jean is not the creative mastermind, not the clever weasel. Oh, he can keep up, and he grounds Locke. But maybe he's imprisoned for being the wrong Gentleman Bastard.