He could have asked who Stephen Colbert was, but he wasn't even going to bother. Life was too short as it was (and was probably even shorter now that he'd packed ten years or so into one night). Besides, he wasn't here for conversation. His sole purpose here was to um.

"Or possibly the beyond-um," he pointed out, looking at the box. They had an uncomfortable history together, but at least digging in it was Coraline's task, not his.