The search is a wild goose chase. It’s Mathias’ games. He hopes his affirmations are where he left them and - when they are - he lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding as he picks them up and clutches them tightly.

He doesn’t see the memory again, though he had braced himself to.

He looks at Doc.

“I’ll be disappointed if we don’t have beans,” he confesses. He doesn’t mind more or less the same thing. It’s like a routine. Though he likes his beans and toast with the beans on the side, rather than on the toast.