Fred watched and listened. She even shifted the clipboard, so that he wouldn't have to lean at an angle or feel too crowded. There was a pause as he came to the end of his...situation?
"Well." She took back the pencil, making a few quick notes. "This is where you died? I didn't die in my other time line; at least, I don't think so. Certainly not before I got here. So..." She drew a line between their two lines. "I'd say we're on a new line, everyone here is on a new line."
A very thin line was carefully drawn between the one he made and the one she'd been using as an example. Where it met the cross line, she made and X.
"This is us, you me, now. Of course, the fact that places are in flux, so to might time." Her nose wrinkle a little at her syntax. "Anyway, maybe there was some sort of realignment in time for your brother?" She tapped to the space beyond, the space he frustratingly motioned to. "Though, I don't think that's happened to anyone before. Maybe what he's learning is a link to what is going on even though you are both here." A tap to the crossline X, the one everyone in the City was at at that exact moment.
"It sounds like a freak divergence. I wish I knew someone who had records of comings and goings, or even alterations in memory. I suppose we could try the library." The Supernatural meeting was now forgotten. Sam needed help, and Fred was curious.