(The small faerie watches as the two converse, tilting his head.)

Check..?

What are you doing here-?!

(Lifting his head up quickly, he feels a sharp pain throughout his entire body. It’s flickering between lives in the stream. Confused. It hurts.)

J̸̻͚̞̼̾̍̌̓̀̓͘͝â̸̦̝̪̹̞͉̟̄͐̔̄̽̕͝s̸̹̔́͊̃̅̽̈́o̴̳̾̌̈́̒n̴̮̗̳̙̺̮̒̒͂͘?̴̼̇̑̔̚͘S̸͚͖̝̞͍̼̎̐͘ȉ̶̱̒̿͠m̵̘̜̳̻̞͛o̵̟̫̎̌͆̈͋̓̚͝ṇ̵͇̩̲̤̘̪̾̉?̸̹̩͔̻̂̽̌̑̈͆̿̚

(He’s referring to both memories. To both timelines. To the both of you.)

T̸͙̿h̸̞̊i̷̤͌s̴̡̄ ̷͓̇h̸̫̔ů̷̮r̴̈́ͅt̶̞̾s̸̰͊.̵̻̈ ̴̛̱Í̶͔t̸̝̉ ̵͉̑ṛ̵̓ę̵͠a̶̤̎l̸̰͑l̵̮͗ỳ̸͚ ̷̦̕r̸͔͆e̷̡͐a̶̢̽l̵̮̆l̴̩͌ÿ̴͈́ ̷͚̽h̸̫͝u̵͒͜r̴͓̈́t̶͇̐s̵̢̈́.̶̣͝

... What? Who is this? You can't possibly be extended family of the Layton's, you look too much like...