All the moments of his life jostled in front of him, unbidden, viewed through the prism of his mother’s mind. It overwhelmed him. He slumped onto the stone, its hard surface rubbing against his cheek. Already, these new memories seemed to be slipping away. He wanted to follow them, follow them to their source. His mother was so close, all he had to do was to reach out and she would be there. Jack reached.