“Ah!”

“AH!” The boy hopped a little bit in surprise at the reaction before calming down and giving a good natured pout, “Hey, don’t do that.”

“Wh-What the heck is this?!” Scooting away from the boy, Karen cried you, “You… Y-You look like…”

“Look like what?” questioned Dillion, still sounding rather confused. Putting his hands to his ten-year-old face, he felt his cheeks before asking, “Do I look sick?”

“No, um…” This was just getting more bizarre by the moment. After a second of consideration, though, Karen seemed to hit on what exactly was going on.

“I’m dreaming, aren’t I?”

“Heh… No, don’t think so.” Grinning at the idea, her older-than-he-should-have-been brother awkwardly scratched at the back of his head and teased, “What’s got you acting so silly today?”

“I can think of a few things…”