Jason's palms sweat, and he wipes them on his jeans, connected to this man like they're same the person, but not at the same time, because Jason has made more mistakes than this perfect person could ever have. The man stops, looks over, and time stands still, brown eyes meeting blue, recognizing the power that connects them, binds them, to the Morphing Grid.

"Hey," Jason Lee Scott says, nodding to him, "I've been waiting for you."