Frankie's brow furrowed as he looked Henry over. "I don't think so." He brushed his thumb gently across Henry's cheek. He felt like something significant had happened... if he could just...

The gears in his head were grinding, and it felt like he was going to give himself a headache if he kept chasing the memory through the fog, but it felt important, and it was right there...

"I think... you remembered something."