A spike of emotion claws at Tyler's chest, his eyes locked on a blonde woman who keeps her head down. Her thin hair dangles around her face, disguising her obvious hurtful emotion.

His lips barely moving, Josh could understand what word Tyler attempted to push out. "Mom."

Kelly sits on the leather couch, her face hidden in her hands. Her body stuttered with each gasp of breath, choking on her cry.

"Mom, what's wrong?" Tyler kneels in front of Kelly, but she's unresponsive as if he were a ghost.

Chris, his father, squeezes in beside her and wraps his arm around her in an embrace. He rests his chin on her head.

"It's not my fault, is it?" She sniffles.

"No, baby," Chris sighs and pecks her shoulder. "He's scared. He's a kid. We'll find him, Kel."

"Are you sure?"

Tyler looks to his side and glances at Josh. He looks down at Tyler with a soft expression, his eyes glimmer in the colorful lights of the Christmas tree in the corner.

"What's wrong, Josh? Why is she crying? Why can't they see me?"

Josh inches closer to Tyler and bends down, reaching eye level with him. "This is a memory of yours. You're not here at the moment."

"Where am I?"

He presses his lips together. "That's for us to figure out."

"Then let's go find out."

"It's not that easy, Tyler." Josh pushes himself up back into a stance. He slowly paces around the room. His words felt like velvet, the way it carefully slipped out of his mouth. Tyler was concerned. He always hated how mysterious Josh acted.

"Why?"

"You need to heal first."

"I thought I was."

"You'll never fully be healed," Josh whispers low enough so Tyler can't hear.

"What?"

"Nothing. Let's move on. Passed this."