He's not joking this time; Micah accepts the bottle with a nod of thanks, opens it, retrieves two pills, and swallows them dry before handing the bottle back to Lazarus.

"Thanks," he says, quietly, rubbing at his temple. So many memories, so much new information all at once - it's more than he expected. How does someone know what to expect in a situation like this? It's more or less without precedent, for Micah.

"Well ... this certainly hasn't been boring."