“I don’t know…but it’s got Jake on it. That has to be significant, right?” He lets go of Jermaine’s hand and walks over to the wall with the clock, trying not to get too sucked into the scene playing out in front of them. It was just a trick, he knew. A distraction to pull their attention. Maybe.

The background sound of him teetering on the edge of a tantrum was vaguely embarrassing, despite the fact that Jermaine had lived through this already. He takes the clock off the wall, looking at it solemnly.