"How exactly is that possible? You said all that will eventually be learned or created--how the hell can you have that sort of knowledge here?" Because it just seemed unreal to him. Extremely unreal.

Impossible even.

Owen stared at the cat as the small creature fluffed up, eyebrow lifting at the explanation that didn't entirely make a lot of sense to him.

"So you decided to be a cat but you can't change back?" he asked to clarify, still not entirely sure that made sense but, well, whatever floated the little thing's boat. "The non-fiction guardian. So I'm assuming there's a fiction guardian as well?"