"Oh, yeah, no." Jermaine assures, jogging along to try and keep pace. Finn was clearly used to being accompanied by someone who was only short when he wanted to be. "It's not like he disappeared, we just don't know where he is."

As he said it, Jermaine's own doubts seem to creep into his words. The distinction between the two concepts wasn't all that huge, was it? Honestly, a lot of this was starting to feel a little painfully like deja vu. But Jake wasn't Joshua, or Mom. Hell, he wasn't even Finn. For better or worse, their eldest brother was a survivor.

"So how do you know this... uh, normal man? 'Cuz these digs don't seem super normal." He gestures to the statues around them, attended to dutifully by a league of what Jermaine presumed to be Martians.