A little boy. A boy like him. But - but not like him, he knows, because he's not like anybody. He's something that the doctors still puzzle over. But it's okay. It's okay. They're going to find the right medicine and it'll fix him and it'll be okay.

Mom's going to make it okay.

"...'s this Rosswood?" Tim ventures at last, brow dimpled into a frown. Maybe...maybe this kid got lost too? Maybe he's from the hospital too. Maybe he woke up like Tim did. Maybe.

Maybe he's not really alone.