There’s no traffic. There’s not a crowd. The room is very well lit. Teresa can see the laptop and the chair in front of it. She knows how to get from the door to the chair. There are no obstacles in or even near the pathway. It’s just Patrick and Teresa walking maybe 12 feet across his attic. He sets his hand on her hip, quickly slides in to her waist and lets it rest in the middle of her back, all before they make it to the chair. This is Jisbon. Not how a brother and sister would act. He not only loves her. He craves her. Snap!