Broken Memories, Deja Vu, and Plenty of Aspirin (SOLO)

Things were finally starting to come together for Ty. He'd....acquired some funds, but he needed a place to stay. He'd gotten word of Sanctuary, and figured it was better than sleeping on park benches. Through the golden doors and to the desk he went, preparing to fill out paperwork and all that happy bull****, still wearing the same leather jacket, green tee shirt, faded jeans and worn sneakers he had been for a few days now, though to him, it seemed like longer. In fact, how he got on that park bench a week ago, and the days prior were still just a blank, and he couldn't remember really having that problem. Also, his powers seemed a lot keener than they used to be. It was weird.

To make matters even weirder, when he got to the desk and stated his name, they said his name was already on file, and gave him a 'replacement' key. Huh. Nonetheless, he wasn't going to argue with free room and board. And so, he made his way down to 'his' room, and what he found was...a mess. He pulled his fingerless black gloves down to tighten them a little as he looked around at boxes and clothes everywhere. The room looked as if it hadn't been touched in years. So, with a deep sigh, he started cleaning. A cloud of dust took over the room as he put clothes--which actually looked like things he would wear--into the closet, and once that was done he went through the boxes. Phone, wallet with no ID, but spare money was good. Among other things he found were a stuffed tiger, a six inch stiletto knife, and a much nicer looking leather jacket once the dust was cleared off.

"Was there another Ty Fisher or something...?" he wondered out loud as he sat on the bed and pulled off one of his gloves. First, he touched the knife, and felt a sharp stabbing pain in his head as he got...broken images. Out of order.

A man with shaggy red hair and occasionally facial hair that looked remarkably like Ty. Random stabbings, a blond girl he didn't recognize, but this dude seemed to be really into her. Dark haired girl, another girlfriend it seemed? Car stealing, picking pockets, random shenanigans. And then everything seemed to go backwards, and there was just a note.

'"May this knife kill your foes, and may death be your coach.
now stay away from my Megan and I won't eat you- Roach."'

Ty's head was spinning when the vision ended, and luckily he'd acquired some aspirin, which he popped before touching the new leather jacket. More memories flooded into his head in a similar fashion, all of them featuring this guy who looked just like a more worn out version of him, but he didn't recognize anyone else. Lying on the bed , he stared at the ceiling as his head throbbed at the same pace as his rapidly-thumping heart. What the hell did he just see? The future? A past life? Ugh...

At least....at least the bed was warm, and this other Ty Fisher dude had a nice style. Maybe one of the girls from his vision would visit...that'd be cool. Or creepy. But hopefully cool.

He drifted off to sleep, plagued by dreams of these broken memories, but nonetheless, at least it was more comfortable than anywhere else he remembered sleeping in awhile.