Taking in a deep breath, Bryan releases it in a frustrated rush of air. He wants a do over of today, to go back to sleep and wake up where he's supposed to be. Or when he's supposed to be.

"So what do we do?" He asks, drawing a blank there, too. Is there anything they can do, or is he just stuck like this? Waiting for David's reply, something behind him catches his attention. Pushing to his feet and leaving the phone to continue charging, Bryan walks over to the mantel above the fireplace and the row of pictures sitting on it. They aren't images he'd seen on his phone, and none of the other people in them are in those other pictures, either. There is one face he recognizes mixed in with the others, though.

"My mother." Holding a baby. After Sawyer was born, it has to be. "...this is real," Bryan says, as if it's just now dawning on him. In a way, it is.