"Earth?" Harmony murmured back in almost time with Tracer, but missing. The thought of that made him whimper more and curl up tighter, curled up as far as he could go (which was pretty damn far, kid was limber) and keened, crying softly to himself because Tracer was Earth and LSD'd feet didn't touch the ground. He felt the hand in his hair and reached up and behind him blindly, feeling for it in the dark.