[ see, that? Emma was expecting that. she even understands that, as someone who spent the better part of a year being told about all of the things that were right in front of her all along.]

Neither did I. And I didn't believe anyone who told me about it the first time around; I thought my son had a good imagination. Then there were just some strange coincidences. Then it was a stranger who was probably insane, and a friend screaming the truth in my face, and even then...

[ she couldn't see what August needed her to when she wasn't ready to believe. he'd probably get a laugh out of this, suddenly she's the only one awake.]

I didn't believe until my son's life depended on it. But when you stumble through a few portals and get thrown from one world to another, it'd more crazy not to believe, you know?