Flame ran a hand through his hair, unsure of what was sitting wrong with him. He shook his head, then nodded, and growled. "I don't know, Rayne." He felt around for the plate to take to the kitchen and make Cyndi an omelet. "I'd have to feel it. I don't believe my brother jumped in front of that train. At least, not if my dreams are real." He stood up and walked to the kitchen, fixed Cyndi's omelet and went to find her. "Yo, Cyndi! Where you at?" He called on purpose, knowing it would make someone laugh.