Johnny doesn't respond just yet, barely glancing at Seth before he returns his focus to tearing up the pages. He's distantly aware that this is a lost cause. The torn pieces only make for more clutter, disguising the whole pages from view more effectively. And he's not even sure the task will ever be finished. What if the pages are in infinite supply. What if the house just keeps making more of them, or reproduces the ones he's already destroyed?

"Aren't you going to ask?" he mumbles.