“Hey. Hey. Are you okay?”
Isaac was curled up in a corner, rocking back and forth just muttering that one phrase. “I can’t fix it… I can’t fix it…” he was obviously trapped in a memory.
Slowly, ready to dodge if he lashed out, Summer touched his shoulder. “Hey. Look at me. Chiyu, look at me.” Her fingers curled more strongly over the cloth of his shirt. “It’s not real.”