Chase hadn't worn his labcoat in years. Even when he was in the clinic, he had shunned it because it felt like it was an old part of himself that didn't matter any more. Now, it felt heavy on his shoulders even though it was only fabric. "Okay," he breathed out, and he nodded, he nodded and knew that maybe the next chance to fix this was coming. "Okay."

He closed his eyes, but when he opened them, he was still in the changeroom. It wasn't until he took the steps back towards the hall that he found himself suddenly thrust back into a moment, phone in hand.

"...Robert?" called his stepmother from so very far away.