I don't know how I expected him to react. Actually, I just thought he would write it off as a practical joke, even though we were the only two people in the world who could possibly understand. Well, people say to expect the unexpected. And boy was this unexpected.

At first, I thought I was hallucinating. After all, that heartbroken voice was nothing like my Christopher. That small, "Em?" couldn't possibly have been him, I must have imagined it.

But then, when I didn't respond, he grabbed my arm and spun me around, his tone demanding now: "Emerson Watts?"