Years in the past, but not many…

turntechblindhead:

Hell yeah I’m going to call someone next.

[You don’t even hesitate before pulling your phone from your pocket and making a call to none other than your brother. You switch it to speaker phone and then let the proof begin.]

Hey, bro. How long have I been blind?

[He then questions how drunk you are, and after you manage to convince him that you’re not drunk, he finally answers. “You’ve been blind since you were four. Why? What’s going on?”]

Nothing. It’s no big deal.

[You then glance over at Rose.]

No he doesn’t.  He’s blind, remember?

Consider the point made that something extremely strange is going on here.

You put your own phone away, and lean back against the wall.  This was highly, extremely strange.  It’s as if two different realities had merged into one in this instant.

So, do we have any plans of action from this point forward?  I don’t think either one of us had bargained that we’d have directly conflicting outside information.