Just how does the ATA gene sequence work, anyway?
He tries to ignore it at first—does ignore it at first: too many disasters, no time to sit down and figure out if the niggle at the back of his brain actually exists, or if he’s simply gone nuts. (Or both; he spends his nights talking to blank walls, half-expecting them to talk back, and reciting antique love poetry to an antique city.)
But then Helia and her crew try to claim Atlantis as theirs, and John—
John smiles like a shark and flexes mental fingers and finally does something about that itch he’s pretended for so long isn’t there.