Reinhardt's castle. Living room after a battle. Ghosts?

[random_xtras]

Tracer: *staring at that old guy sleeping with the funny little centaur like baby. He LOOKS like Jack Morrison, but... can't be. He wouldn't do that, and...*

Tim: *oblivious as he chats away to Tracer*

Gleam: *appears and stuffs her legs under Jack's head as he hogs the couch*

Jack: *grumble*

Gleam: Shut up, Jack. *pat pat*

Tracer: ... *no way. Brain screeches to a halt*

Ana: *comes in bringing tea and cookies. Sees Tim shaking Tracer anxiously and goes to see what's wrong after setting the goodies down*

Tracer: *blinks at the older woman. Eyes widen* But you're dead.

Ana: I'm probably not from your reality, dear.

Tracer: Then... that's...

Ana: That's him, yes. And his wife and son.

Tracer: O_o

Ana: Here. Why don't you have some tea and a biscuit?

Gleam: *gently smacks Jack upside the head for smirking*