"Well, tumor boy.  If you're so smart, then what's 17 time 17?"  She sits down next to him, trying to think if she should just confront this thing head on.  Tell him what is really happening, to spare him the trauma of figuring it out on his own.  Sure, it'll make him think she's insane, but he's thought that before.  Somehow though, she just can't bring herself to do it.  But that doesn't mean she won't try to help a little at least.<br/><br/>"Hey Bry... do you ever think that maybe there's more to the world than what most people see?  You know...that the things everybody says don't exist really might.  Like magic and monsters and Santa Claus and stuff.  It's just most people are too stubborn to see 'em?"