[Playtime’s over. Aubrey watches Sunny pick up a knife that’s supposed to be on his person at all times, and frowns.

[Come to think of it—]

It’s probably just, some… [She waves a hand.] Weird reality thing, or whatever. Again. [He had that knife in the empty future, didn’t he?] There’s probably someone else stuck in it, too.

[With a renewed grip on her old bat in one hand, Aubrey reaches for Sunny's hand with the other. They remember, now. That's good....]