The clock on the wall read 11:00 PM.

The living room was dim except for the soft glow of the TV. On the screen, a brightly colored baby show played—singing animals, slow clapping, and overly cheerful music that echoed awkwardly through the quiet house.

Three versions of Justin Law sat on the couch.

Kid Justin sat cross-legged on the cushion, eyes half-lidded but still strangely focused on the dancing cartoon shapes.Present Justin leaned back with his arms crossed, his expression completely blank as if he were studying the TV like it was some complicated mission. And Adult Justin sat stiffly at the far end of the couch, watching the screen with the same serious concentration someone might give a life-or-death battle.

A cartoon duck on the TV slowly counted to five.

Nobody spoke.

Then the stairs creaked.

Footsteps.

You walked into the living room.

All three heads turned at the exact same moment.

Kid Justin blinked once. Present Justin narrowed his eyes slightly. Adult Justin stared with quiet judgment.

The TV continued playing the painfully cheerful baby song.

And somehow… all three of them looked at you like this entire situation was your fault. 😐