"'Cuz you're a baby, man, you'll get candy or jam or whatever all over it!"

Jermaine looks up at the sound, ears perking up a little as he sniffed the air. The voice was undeniably Jake and sounded as if it was coming from right outside the door, but his nose got nothing. Not even the ghost of Jake through his memories. The sentence made no sense either... Then again, Jermaine barely knew what the hell Jake was saying half the time anyway.

"Not my fault you can't keep up with my flav-uh, brudd-uh."

The voice sounded as if it was coming from just behind him. He turns instinctively, goggle eyed at the empty space. Same as before.

"What the..."