Hiro has this sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. Yeah, okay, so that's exactly what he'd thought too when Tadashi had showed up at his hotel room, but it's been long enough now that he thinks, he's just about certain, even with the nagging doubts and worries, that his living, breathing brother is real and not just a hallucination.

"Three fingers, Aunt Cass," he insists stubbornly, taking her wrist and tugging her hand gently away from his forehead. "I told you, I'm fine. And yeah, I thought I was imagining things at first, too, but he's real. I'm not making this up. Time does weird things, here, and sometimes people you thought were gone...they come back."