"And where exactly is that?"

Allison twenty years from now could manage to make that sound authentically curious, especially at year into being here and so much exposure to the knowledge of other worlds, but at thirteen, Number Three's words sound like a straight blade of sound asking what very far away, decrepit dark hole he could have crawled out to not knowing everything that was normal in the world was, well, normal. Everyday. Already taken for granted.

None of the things he listed had been invented since her birth even.

And here he was talking about it like it was magic.