Jim looks from the fibers to the blank carpet and back to the fibers, watching them hover -

"Of course," he realizes aloud, "different universe, different rules."

He'd still been thinking like he was at home or in Gotham or some other reality where things like children spontaneously developing telekinesis don't happen. Stupid. He doesn't bother berating himself, though, it would take time and brainpower best suited for other uses.

"Someone tried to make it look like no one has been in here at all today," he says. "She got everything obvious but missed everything useful." By which he means everything ordinary detectives would have missed anyway.