[Hearing his dad’s voice, he holds tighter to the phone. Even if the man on the other end is younger, it’s still familiar enough to set off a wave of homesickness] Uh… it’s Ulric.

[Jack blinks at that. He only met his son (it’s still so weird to think of that) briefly at the Fourth of July party, but he remembers the distinctive blue skin and bald head. A close image of Jack himself, except that the young man had Katelynn’s soft brown eyes.] Ulric? Um … hi. What’s going on?