Nick: He grabs the kid and the chair, lifts him up above his head, so that the fire doesn't burn this little heavyset boy. That's the power of adrenaline.
Uncle Naseer: And what happened to Timmy?
Nick: Timmy? He's dead.
Aunt Karen: What?
Nick: He's alive. I'm Timmy. Look at me now. Because of Winston, I'm telling you this story.
Uncle Naseer: No, you said your name was Nick.
Nick: I am Nick. I got to go!