Not quite an answer though it may have been, it was enough of one for Sam. He filed it away in the back of his mind, in the space devoted to trying to comprehend some of the insanity that he seemed to have been sucked into. As the bus started into motion, his gaze shifted away from the seat, tracing over the scenery as it spooled past. Momentarily, he wished that he had the capacity for self-delusion that would be required to convince himself, even for an instant, that this was just another road trip.

"My brother's here," he replied at length, a thin thread of worry winding its way into his voice, though it would take one quite adept at observation to catch it. "So I'd say it happens."