Everything's moving too quickly for Emma to process it, the snippets of explanation she's managed to gather in the past few minutes spinning in her head, that they think this is home instead of just a particularly vivid dream. When David returns with a little boy in tow (younger than Henry, though the comparison's already there, stuck in her head so she can't shake the thought), it's all she can do not to stare at the pair of them, her gaze eventually turning solely on David.

"You didn't bring me here," she says, sure of that much, if nothing else, and God only knows she has to stick with what's certain as to not lose her mind.