"They do not have much of it," Doc observes with a sigh. "Whether it is magic or something else. Miss Johnson hurt herself-..." Vibrating? "...doing what she can do. Number... Mister... Mister Number Five? Had me almost throwing up last week's dinner. And John Constantine, that-- man with the stupid suggestions. He could barely do his smoke trick. Either they are all frauds or something is... interfering with their various quirks." That's what he's calling those various abilities until he finds a better term.

"My telephone, it does not work here either. Though I suspect it was damaged in the water."