Dan just nodded. The memory was continuing behind him, but he was doing his best not to listen to it, and then it looped back to the start. "Story board," he said, "let's go."
He knew he could have just walked through the memory, but much like the ghosts on the station, Dan really didn't want to touch it. He darted across the floor before it could get closer and went into his dad's room, carefully scrubbing at his face while he waited on Jack coming into the room behind him.