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.
She smiled weakly, when she saw he did recognized her but as it continued, she lost hope again.
Shaking her head, Grace looked at him. “I don’t know.”
Sara looked at the two. “Did something happen we did, to change the current timeline? Since it is the only thing I know, that could’ve happened.”
Ray blinked at his sister, and then looked to Sara. “Maybe when we saved my younger self? Maybe?” Ray leaned his head into his hands as memories continued to flood back in the most painful way. “Memories are coming back to me, but at the same time I don’t remember.” He looked up at his sister, adoration and love in his eyes. “Gracie, I’m sorry. It’s so much to take in. We’ll figure it out, though.”