That was why Max hadn't seen Blaze. He hadn't seen Sydney yet. He'd spent most of the first day on the beach, if not all of it. He was having trouble remembering everything. And today, well, he'd been back and forth too many times to count. "It would be," he agreed with a slow nod.
He didn't know if he wanted to remember everything, but he'd at least like to know what happened in some vague kind of way. The room seemed to spin when Blaze mentioned three years. His image flickered for a moment before solidifying again and he closed his eyes as he breathed to steady himself, whether he needed to or not. "I don't," he said, his voice faint. "I didn't know." But it made sense that Blaze would. He was probably the smartest person Max had ever known. "Three years. Wow. But no," he said, now, clearing his throat. "I woke up on the beach yesterday and found out that we're, you know," he glanced away, obviously uncomfortable, pausing before continuing, "today."
Max wanted to say that he was truly struggling. Of all people, Blaze would understand. But he didn't. He just nodded as they followed their sisters. "Maybe you can eventually. I mean, Casper figured out how to interact with humans. I guess it's a movie, but everything's based in truth, right?"