[ Yu lets his eyes track up to his brother's serious face, and sighs silently through his nose. He'll shift again, rolling over onto his back and folding his hands loosely over his middle, staring at the ceiling with a far away gaze. ]

... memories of somewhere else, [ he says slowly. ] I don't know. Maybe it was just a dream?

[ A pause, and he presses a hand to his forehead, his eyes lidding. ]

I remember nearly falling into a TV, for starters.