Yes... [His mind flashes to those panicked first moments, dragging himself from a pile of bodies, the world drained of color save for the pulsing red light of blood. He'd been impossibly drawn to it, to Mary.] It should not have happened as it did, and I intend to have words with my maker for the transgression should I ever have opportunity to meet him in the flesh. [Words... among other things.] If you ever come across a man named Myrddin or Merlin here, please do let me know. I've only seen his avatar in my mind's eye. A creature of blood with horns upon his head. I'm uncertain what he might look like as a man.

[Jonathan takes a breath. That's likely enough to be giving away about himself.] Now, these supernatural policemen in your world, are you subject to their 'rule,' as well?