"No..." Tracer sounded surprised at the idea of it, shaking his head. "The Earth, just a part of the Earth," And a hand did reach out, then, to touch his brother's hair softly. What was he seeing? Were the images and cold and bare as they had been? Tracer wanted to reach out and see if he could touch Harmony's trip - wrap it up in his own. But he didn't want to force.