Even in a larger, more complicated house, Tommy wouldn’t have needed to give directions. Minoru had walked that way before - with an unconscious Ziggy in his arms.

When he entered the room, he felt his heart sink. Waves of crippling depression rolled over him, and for a moment, he thought he might drown in it. But Minoru kept his head above the torrent, steadied himself, and after a nod to Tom, came to sit on the bed with them.

“...I’m sorry...” he whispered to both Tom and Ziggy. “I’m so sorry...”