[Slade's lucky Joey has no idea that the halo's glow has any significance whatsoever - for all he knows, that's just how they work. Or at least that's how they work on people who really shouldn't have them.]

[Of course, the halo and all questions he might have had regarding it quickly disappear from his mind when his dad smooths his hair back to show what look suspiciously like the beginnings of actual honest-to-God horns. His shoulders jolt slightly as he huffs out a sudden breath, a ghost of a laugh. He hadn't expected his joke to actually be so spot on.]

[His levity is brief, the moment passing as soon as Pop starts plying him with questions. He shakes his head, then holds his index up in the neutral fingerspelling position, palm facing forward, then rotates his hand in a small circle so that his palm faces inward, before pointing to himself.]

/No, it's just me/

[He pauses, uncertainty creasing his brow as he tries to recall anything about how he got here that might indicate that his mom and sister came along for the ride. The fact that he can't remember anything about how he wound up wherever the hell he is is...concerning, to say the least. Joey catches his bottom lip between his teeth, worrying it for a moment as he taps the side of his forehead with his fingertips.]

/...As far as I know/

[If he doesn't seem confident about that, it's because he's not. He takes a moment to glance around, as though the answers to all his questions will magically appear if he just looks in the right place, before turning back to face his old man. The tight, worried expression on his face is the only warning Slade receives before he raises both hands to launch into set of rapid-fire signing.]

/Pop, what the hell is going on? What is this place? What's in God's name is happening to your head--?/