“No way man, we can use this…make it so she doesn’t leave, or something…” Finn was looking at their mom again, a kind of wistful, desperate tone to his voice. He knew it was just an illusion, they weren’t going to change what really happened…but, wouldn’t it feel good? To do it here?

Finn walks over to the scene, holding the clock hand in place so things weren’t really moving forward. He snatches Mom’s worn adventure pack, tucking it quickly behind the couch. A favorite hiding place of his when he was young. He shoots Jermaine a pleased look, letting go of the clock hand.

“Finny, why don’t you…” She stops, frowning down at the table where the bag had been a moment before. “Well, that’s odd, I would’ve sworn my bag was here just a moment ago. Finny? Did you move Mommy’s bag?”