Jay is frozen, pinioned where she reaches out to lavish these little maternal affections on him, what is happening, what is this. He wants to resist, push her hand away, correct his name and demand what the hell is going on here, but he keeps himself steady. He lets her guide him, watching the little boy scamper off with wide, darting eyes.

She's dreaming, and it's a real dream, a regular dream, where you remember people wrong, recast them in your head. She thinks he's her - her son.

He wants to run, not after his apparent brother, but away, he wants to claw his way out of this. This is awkward and awful and he can't play this part, he can't.

But there's nowhere else to go, he got pulled in here and he can't just leave again.

"I, um..." he says softly. Should he shatter the illusion? Should he play this part? What does he do?

Lying comes naturally, even if he was never good at it. "I'm not... feeling very well," he mumbles.