How scared would you be if it just moved on it's own and then you suddenly remember that the other one is somewhere else and you're just like "God dammit, Frank"
The egg moves to brush against your hand like it always does at this time of night, and you smile reflexively as you always do at this person's "touch".... And then your smile turns to a look of shock and horror as you remember attending their funeral several weeks ago...
Lol that other egg must be losing its shit