"Why would I not be," Frank asked and couldn't help but look up and over his shoulder to guarantee he was the only one in the room. He was, thankfully, and the sneakoscope sat perfectly still. The only changes in the room were the charm around him, and the monitor changing colors because he had come to a river. Frank looked down at the mirror and rubbed it against his shirt, wiping it clean of his and Alice's fingerprints. "What happened?"
A father could only guess what was troubling his son, but until Neville actually said something, it was speculation. Part of him feared he knew what it was, but he didn't want to believe it. Neville had had dreams about them in St. Mungo's too, he was almost positive.