As Ray gazed at the picture, a searing pain pierced his skull. Memories flashed before his eyes of his sister. His sister. Oh, the memories filled Ray with an immense amount of adoration and joy. “Grace,” he breathed. “I still don’t understand. When I left the timeline, I didn’t have a sister.” 

Ray glanced between all those in the room. “I mean, not that I’m not happy to have a sister now.” He blurted out quickly thereafter. “How is this possible?” He muttered, walking slowly to a chair, using the railing for support as he stumbled and fell into the chair.