“What?” Finn’s voice was thick with emotion. He wasn’t asking what they should do, but really hadn’t heard Jermaine. He was still watching their mom and himself, through blurred vision. They looked alarmed, although his mom was determinedly making plans for how to handle whatever manifestation was plaguing their house. He felt a pang of longing, missing her intensely. Her protectiveness. Her voice, her touch.

Feeling Jermaine’s hand on his, he tears his eyes away to look at him. It brings him back down to reality a little, seeing his brother, as he was now, not just as he was in the past. His gaze shifts down to the clock he was gripping like his life depended on it.

“Oh…yeah. Yeah.” He lets go.