( it's the lack of breathing that has jon removing his hand from his eyes, dropping it down and giving a quick look around because--yes, it's frank's memory, he knows what's going on by now--but the scent of blood is overpowering everything else and he really, really doesn't want to find a dead frank. what he sees is--worse than he expected. dead children, dead parents, the amusement park's music--

for what it's worth, jon doesn't panic. he takes a deep breath in, shudders as he lets it out--but makes a quick dash to frank's side. he notes the little girl, swallows hard in an attempt to keep the tears from pouring out, but he knows she's not a wonderland resident. she's just part of the memory.

knees hit the ground and a hand reaches out for frank, moving to press over one of his own despite the blood and--holes he has over. and even if he wants to panic, jon keeps his tone low, even. )

Mr. Frank. ( a deep, deep breath in, even if it shudders. ) You've--gotta wake up, okay? I'm really s-sorry that this happened, but this isn't gonna fix anything. I won't say I understand, 'cause there's no way I--could. I know it h-hurts, but. .