Clapton. J wants to wrap this kid up in a blanket, give him hot chocolate, and protect him from the evils of whatever world he's landed in, because something has to be evil to Timberlake a child's tune this badly. The kid's an emotional wreck, and J can't tell if the damage to the kid's tune is the cause or effect of that maelstrom - they're too closely intertwined.

The best he can do right now is try to talk the kid into a more stable mood - if that's even possible right now. "Sorry, little man. It's new to me too." He looks over his shoulder at the kid. "We could go explorin' if you want. See if anything looks familiar."