I'm in my bedroom. This place is just made up. [The next part is said in an exasperated singsong, as though the boy has repeated it dozens of times before.] My name is Keane. I am a telepath in training at Rosenkrüs. That is my reality and I will not get lost in any others. [He then repeats this litany in German - 'Keane' and 'Rosenkrüs' are recognizable, and the cadence is similar - before glowering at Ken.] I don't know which of my instructors you are, but I know you're testing me.