The truth slams into his gut like a cold brick. The Bakers don't have a son. That's why they are turning their business over to Max in the here and now. The only place that was different was in a dream. That dream was of a past that both does and does not exist.

Despite himself, his expression shows his dismay. He knows this version of Chris will be sharp enough to see it and yet he can't seem to school his expression as well as he once could.

With one trembling hand, he manages to methodically spell out |I believe what is happening is more serious than sleep walking. We are at my door. Come inside and I will try to explain.|