Uh-huh. There's a button you can push if you want to talk.

It kinda looks like the microphones they use on the radio.

That's a good question. Thirteen, I guess. I mean, I turned thirteen last time I was here, but I'm still twelve at home. It's kind of funny.

...You remember when I turned thirteen, don't you? I sent you a message.

[Rusty's quiet for several long seconds.]

You're not Mr. Draper.

I'm Rusty Dickinson. Nice to meet you.

Probably not. My father isn't.

Did you just show up today? Didn't they give you your own bracelet?

My father? Probably in Guildford. That's where he usually is.

Really? Weird. Can I come over and see?

It's in England. So, really far off.

It's O.K. Mr. Draper must've taken it off. Are you from Asgard?

[Ow, Dick. Ow.] I dunno. He doesn't like me all that much.

Then they messed up. They ought to have given you a bracelet.

That's the pits. Why not?

Nah. They usually keep the people they bring here.

It's O.K. I don't like my father, either. So what's a whore child?

They wanted us to fight a war, but nobody's been fighting anybody since I got here.

Oh. [That doesn't clear it up at all.] Well, then it's the sinners' problem, not yours.