Since the incident with the device, it seems like every night after that I've had a dream of what I've come to consider my other life. My brother finally showed up in them. I had no idea who he was either, and that in and of itself is heartbreaking because of what happened here a few years ago.
At least there wasn't anything freaky here the last time I woke up, just a dirty red leather vest that I'd worn in my dreams.