Blackfoot Forest i'm always chasing time

His name spills from the girl's lips and time seems to slow and warp around them for a moment. Cortland Tobias — it sounds right, but it's missing something. His ears pull forward as she continues; his sister. He has a sister. Mona.
And he's never loved her more than he does now, even if he still doesn't quite recognize her. It feels right, and he knows the name Mona — so it must be. The despair in her expression sends a surge of guilt through him — for allowing himself to become this, however it'd happened. For hurting another with his own failure. He draws tentatively nearer, touching his nose to her cheek if he's allowed so close, and lingers. It's all he can offer her now.