Okay, so hallucinations didn't usually move him the way this one was doing. "No, no, he's practising Quidditch." Theo said, clearly confused and yes, once again lost in the past and unaware of who the familiar stranger was. It had taken him 3 months to get used to his room at St Mungo's, and even longer to feel completely sure of it. Now it was just the things outside he doubted. "He rides that wooden horse across, creates the thunder then comes down for me. He comes down and breaks me apart then puts me together." he tried to explain as Greg propped him up, looking back and up at the boy's face. "Back again?" he queried gently.