Dan nodded before having another go at lifting the mallet, but his hand passed through the handle yet again.
"No, I know. I know what you mean, yeah," he said, and stepped back from the memory. "I used to see them when we lived in Boulder. You came back from the interview with Mr. Ullman, and you'd gotten groceries and they were in the front seat beside you, but when I went to help you bring them in, there was a mallet there instead. It had... stuff on it," he continued, talking quietly but not looking at Jack, his hand reaching up to brush against the side of his head when he mentioned 'stuff'.
He looked back up at Jack after that. "Then it was just groceries again."