"Older. Wears sweatervests. Acts like he's your dad. Knows way too much about you that he can't possibly know. Plays games with your head." Josh didn't think the doctor was real. Not until other people could see him, too.

"Can we...like...not? Actually?" Josh is trying, but bringing that guy up means bringing up a lot of things Josh can't handle right now. He's forcing a smile. A big one, as if he really means it and to a degree, he does. This guy is Han Solo. How cool is that?

"How about you tell me about space? Instead. There's not a lot of that, where I'm from. Space travel. We can look hella far out there, and we've send drones to all sorts of places. But no hyperdrive, no touring the galaxy. All we are is one planet and whatever else is out there? Not a damn clue."