"I don't know," I said. "I haven't really ever given it much thought." "Interesting," Carl said. He was steepling his fingers together. Apparently the revelation that everyone in Star Wars had a passport from some other pla net had transfixed him like a particularly troublesome Zen koan. Ralph cracked an eye open at the sound of his name. Miranda noticed it too. "My God, Tom, you're bleeding," she said.