"Now, now, sweetheart." Margaret poked him on the nose, shouldering her crossbow as naturally as she might a handbag. "You be good for your brother."

Jermaine knew which brother was home, just a surely as he could anticipate Finn's response.

"Jakey?"

"Not Jakey, dewdrop, Jermaine is just in his room there. Go ask him to play with you if you get bored, alright? And if you get hungry, be sure to let him know."

Then the protests started, the renewed requests to go with her, the generalized whining that used to drive him up a wall when they all shared a house. Jermaine loved Finn -- he was their little brother, he wasn't legally allowed not to -- but he hadn't always been the most... patient with him, growing up.

Jake was the shining star back then, to just about everyone but especially Finn. Nevermind that he was running with a bunch of delinquents and getting into trouble constantly, even if everyone but Jermaine loved pretending they didn't know about that.

Yeesh, the longer he was here the more his late teens seemed to be creeping up on him. Blech. Not a time he'd ever willingly relive, even if this mind dungeon wasn't giving them a choice.

Wait, had Finn said something?

"Huh?" His reply came out soft and sort of numb, following his finger to the clock. "Oh. Weird. What do we do with it?"