Tommy had just picked up a new rock when the voice touched his ears. He bent up, Blue-grey eyes settling on the form standing before him now. "Mo..Mom?!" Eyebrows lifted as he dropped all the rocks in his hands. For but an instant he looked like some sort of five year old caught in the act of breaking his mother's vase. Thomas looked frightened and bewildered. "This isn't right..." He backed up a bit, for the first time in his life not knowing what to do.