Malcolm's next laugh is lighter and he tilts his head to concede the point.

"Very unlikely," he agrees. "Who would believe a yarn like that?" he jokes. He looks over at Doc. "I just. Don't want to disappoint myself with... wishful thinking. Something... maybe happened yesterday and it feels... " He presses a hand to his chest. "Like if I try to will it into a substance, it'll slip between my fingers like smoke." He smiled faintly. "But if I don't... if I don't push it... then I still know that I saw it, at least."