One moment they're all in a circle, arms connected. Ben is beside him and he can't tell if he's solid or not, if everyone can see their deceased brother or if it's still just him. He can't tell how old any of them are anymore, if they're adults or if they've shrunk back down to thirteen like Five. He can't feel his fingers, and as the world turns white he can't help but think this is one of the worst trips he's ever had.

The next moment they're somewhere else, the floor definitely solid beneath him. Klaus lays on his back, eyes wide upon an unfamiliar ceiling. He closes them immediately. He's not sure he wants to see what's happened.

"Five." Maybe his brother isn't even there. If he'd bother to look around he'd know, but he needs this moment. "If I stand up and I haven't gone through puberty yet I swear I'm going to squeak at you incessantly until the day my balls drop again."

He's alive. There's that much at least. And he can tell from the sounds of movement around him that he isn't alone. Something nags at the back of his mind and he finally pushes himself up onto his elbows to get a look around. Ben had been next to him when Five had done his thing. He doesn't know if ghosts can time travel. What if they'd left him behind to wander alone in the apocalyptic wasteland.

"Hey... Who's here?"