John nodded, listening very carefully to Sherlock's words. "Thanks. And I'm just.. skeptical about this whole magic thing." He shuffled a bit. "I'm a bit worried they made a mistake, is all, you know? I don't have any magic family members. It just doesn't make sense that I have this... potential." He looked up apologetically. "Sorry. I suppose it's kind of an insult to you that I'm doubting your... world or whatever. It just doesn't make sense. How do you guys hide it from... uh... regular people?" He asked, looking curious rather than accusing. He didn't mean to be skeptical - it just seemed a bit random, almost too good to be true, next to his normal and mundane existence. He was just waiting for this to be some kind of stupid and exaggerated practical joke, or at the very least a dream. John was so [i]normal[/i] - he'd had a normal, loving childhood, nothing strange had ever happened to him - well, except that one incident... But that had seemed more like a coincidence than anything else. He shifted again, looking nervous and a bit uncomfortable. He looked outside - wait, when had the train started to move? He couldn't see any people or buildings - just a long stretch of green fields. He blinked in surprise for a moment, and than looked back to Sherlock.