"There is a reason I have a cat named Spock," she said dryly, and wondered about that faded grin. She could press; he was, after all, technically unSkilled. She wouldn't even need to be touching him.

A moment's thought, and she did so--Johnny's natural barriers, even without magic, weren't bad, but were no match for a telepath of her Skill. Matt. Flashes of growing up.

Interesting. It certainly lent credence to the multiverse theory.