"In other times, I would have been giddy to be sitting with my idol." He cringed, gahh that sounded so cheesy. "Sorry, I bet you hear that a lot, huh?"

His biological father squeezed Jay's hand, not tightly but enough to let Jay know he was listening.

"I only just found out about you." Jay whispered, not wanting to get too close. This was way out of his comfort zone, holding a man's hand whom he didn't know from Adam. "Guess my ma and pa thought I was emotionally mature enough to handle the truth."

"I-I just wish I'd known about you and Mom earlier."

The machines whirred around him in the background. This room wasn't clinical at all, not like it had been when they'd visited Nelson, the purple ninja. It was homely, with pictures frames, floral curtains and wooden cabinetry to make it seem more like a bedroom as opposed to a hospice section of the main hospital.

His phone buzzed and he stared at the screen momentarily before answering it. "Sup Cole?"

"I'm at the hospital."

"No, I'm not hurt."

"I'm visiting someone." He stared at the man on the bed, head in hands. "It's not a charity thing either."

"Look, c-can I talk to you about it later, now really isn't the best time?"

"Thanks, bye."

He looked up at his father, sighing. "I'm sorry about that, you know how it is when you work within a team. There's always someone who wants to know where you are. These guys are no different."

"The guy who I was just speaking to, well, he's my best friend Cole. We've had our ups and downs but we're closer now than we've ever been."

"I wish, I'd known more about you, and mom, earlier. It would've been different for sure." He stopped speaking, regretting those words from his most recent experience with the Djinn. Looking around himself nervously like he expected the djinn to appear, his name being some type of summoning spell.

"Your wish is your to keep." An eerie voice was heard. Jay wasn't sure it the voice was in his mind or if it was a part of what he had endured, not endured. Of what he remembered.

Closing his eyes, Jay held tight onto his fathers hand and before long, it disappeared like the grains of sand that he could feel sifting through his fingers.