"Just watch. If we try it, I'll end up blasting music every time I try to cast a spell," he says forlornly. The attempts at jokes still aren't working.

He closes his eyes and leans back, trying to be grateful for what he knows he has. Howard, the cats (when they look from Howard to notice him), and a home. He'll have to fight to keep all of that.

"You have me. I'm definitely grounded here," he says, trying not to sound bitter. It's always been one of his secret dreams to find a way to create a portal to visit home. He wouldn't leave Howard, not ever, but seeing those faces again was always a wish.

Not anymore.