It felt like it had been days and days, not just hours since he’d been in the treehouse. Something fundamentally changed about it, like a rearrangement of furniture or a shift in light that he’d never seen before. Something that you didn’t really notice in increments but you could really see when you left and then returned. But nothing had changed. Not the treehouse anyway.

BMO’s words didn’t quite sink in so much as a wash over Finn. He looked at them both, settling on Jake a moment longer before his gaze ranged away, reaching down to wipe some grass off his shorts, watching it fall to the ground with a weird feeling in his stomach.

“I think…I need a shower.”