My parents. [ He stops for a moment on the stairs. ] My father. [ And then he keeps going, just a little faster. Garrot isn't interested in Olivia's faces or reactions- if they aren't alone this is a good way to find out. ] If we're in the past, there's a seven-year-old me out there, and...

[ The footfalls get a bit heavier, as if Garrot really wants to see this through. His tone has shifted closer to... childish whimsy. ] That means I get to figure out who he was before the Wizard showed up, what he was like... [ There's a sigh. ] ...before he died.

[ And then he takes a little leap and sticks the landing at the bottom of another flight of stairs. Looks like someone's getting impatient. ]