Now it's time to talk about very serious things to do with Sadde's future.

Michael taps Jacob on the shoulder. "Maybe we should leave them to it?" he whispers.

He nods.

They walk along the beach.

"It's kinda weird to think you weren't even born when we met him."

"I wasn't born."

"You came from a slimy thing and then you were alive. What's the difference?"

He furrows his brows and tilts his head at Michael.

"...What?"

He shrugs. "I dunno what you mean."

"...You do know how most kids are born, right? Where babies come from?"

Headshake.

He's a little in awe. "Wow. So you don't know why Moira looks different from you and me?"

"'Cause we're not twins?"

He frowns. "No, I mean, why girls look different from boys."

Shrug.

"You didn't wonder?"

Headshake.

"...Where did you think babies came from?"

Shrug.

"Do you want to know?"

Nod.

And heeeere's Moira. "What are we talking about?"

He points at Michael.

He grins nervously. "Jacob doesn't know where babies come from."

"Wow, you really didn't go outside before Hannah remade you, did you?"