Baby Ben raised his gaze, impressed despite himself to see his younger brother towering over him. His brother, in addition to being a few years
younger, was a more slender version of Ben's adult self. Instead of his older brother's dark hair, he had blond hair.
"So, who are you?" Billy asked and reached down to pick the baby boy off the floor.
"Billy! You must help me, please." Ben wanted to say.
Billy laughed as he heard the baby boy's gurgling cooing. The baby talk sounded so earnest and adorable. He put a finger under the baby's chin
to tickle him, but drew the finger back.
"Ugh," Billy complained as he wiped the drool on his finger against his T-shirt.
Ben tried again to explain his situation, but all his efforts produced only another stream of inane garbled baby talk. To make matters worse,
Billy wasn't even listening. His younger brother looked at Ben's computer and noticed the error message flashing on the screen.
"Maybe if I re-start it," Billy said aloud.
"No! Don't do that!" Ben cried, only instead of producing the words of a warning, he truly began to cry.
The computer screen went dark, then began to re-boot.
"Oh, what's wrong?" Billy asked.
He happened to notice the small lemon-shaped birthmark on the baby boy's smooth right thigh. It looked familiar...
...it looked like Ben's birthmark.
At the same time, the computer screen returned, but without any sign of the strange website.
Billy frowned and studied the birthmark on the naked little boy's thigh.