"He can hear you," Jodie says, lifting her shoulders in a tiny, bird-like shrug. Aiden's never far away.

There's nothing here for Aiden to write on, but that doesn't mean there's nothing for him to work with. He plucks a few leaves off of a nearby tree and carries them over to Andrew and Jodie. For a few lingering moments, the leaves hover in the air a foot or so from Andrew's nose - long enough for it to be clear that it isn't just the wind's doing. Then he lifts them in a spiraling eddy until they're lost against the bright blue of the sky.

Jodie blinks as the leaves disappear, then sighs and drops her chin. "That's him," she explains.