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"I missed that one, but in all fairness, considering the theories I've bounced around in my head about my power right now...anything is possible, right?" he said with a shrug.

"Not outside of my visions, no. But in the few scrambled sound bits I've gotten from them, the names Ty, Mr. Fisher and Roach get tossed around alot. It's...confusing as hell, honestly."

Ty noticed how close they were getting to sanctuary, but then they turned into an apartment building and then climbed a ton of flights of stairs. "This place gives me an odd feeling of deja-vu..." Ty muttered as he looked at the red door.

With a nod, Ty peered into the room, and slowly stepped inside. At first the stench made him cringe; this place hadn't been touched in awhile, it seemed. Much worse than his room at sanctuary had been, too. Looking around the room, Ty dug through the mess, finding something that made him shy away a bit, but he figured it would work. It was a handgun, but it hadn't been used or properly taken care of in ages, it seemed.

"This is as good a place to start as any," he said, looking over at the Doc before he removed one of his gloves and let his bare hand touch the cold metal, closing his eyes and letting his power show him the way.

"Honestly...I don't remember. I do know that when I write my birthdate, the year trips me up. I want to write 1992, but that would make me twenty-seven, and...look at me, that's clearly not the case, right?" he said, not having the first idea what was going through the doctor-roach's head, but still it seemed like he may be able to help.

"I do know, a few weeks ago, I woke up on a park bench. I had no idea what happened the night before, no wallet, no phone, no nothing. My power wouldn't even work on the clothes I was wearing, even though I didn't recognize them. And then I was taken to Sanctuary only to find that I was already on file? Even though I didn't recognize anything in the room...as I mentioned earlier." He let out a sigh.

"Though I guess it kind of helps knowing that I'm not the only one who seems to be going through this...My question is....how do I fix it?"

Ty wasn't sure where he could turn, or if anyone could even help him with his problem. He'd been having more visions from the things he'd found in 'his' room at Sanctuary, and he wasn't sure if he was going crazy or if he was seeing the future, or what the hell was going on. But, he found an add for a clinic, and it was FREE!

He still didn't know if it would do anything, but he was willing to try anything to explain--or better yet get rid of--his visions of an older him, strange women, and six foot cockroaches. He tugged on his leather jacket, put his new phone and wallet in his pockets, grabbed his knife that he hoped he never had to use but he had to admit it made him feel alot safer, then made his way to the address.

Walking inside the building, he felt himself get nervous as he filled out the customary paperwork and found himself pausing at birthday. He knew it was in April, but he found himself writing 1992, and that couldn't have been right. He knew he was sixteen, so he did some math, wrote down the correct year, and kept going. Something was very weird here, but that seemed to be the norm lately, didn't it?

At the bottom, where it asked what his ailment was, he specified his mutation as being able to see the past by touching objects, and then wrote about the visions and the broken memories and things that he didn't understand, though he wound up having to write smaller and smaller to keep from needing another sheet. Once he had that handed in, he sat in a chair, looking at the floor and attempting to avoid eye contact with literally anyone else in the room.

Part of him was starting to think this was a horrible idea, and the other part thought he was an idiot.

"You're welcome," he replied with a small smile, which widened when she said Cowboys were cool, because that meant technically she said he was cool, and he would take any stroke to his ego that he could get.

"Nice to meet you. Lenna's a pretty name; it suits you," he said, smiling softly, which dropped into a more concerned look as he noticed her expression. "Everything okay?" And then, she went on a rant about...orange? Odd. Was that her power?

And I thought I had it rough...

"Damn," he said, putting a tentative hand on her arm. "If you need anything, let me know, okay?"

He blushed as she patted his hair. "This. I like this. Probably the only thing actually orange in the whole bunch."

"Yeah, it's the only thing really orange. Though they do have ugly-ass cars that color," he said with a small chuckle.

"Well, you okay to drive? You get to pick where we go now," he said, sitting back in the seat and finally removing his hand from her arm. Oops.

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.

"Well, the context is different. Here, I have to try. Whether I do or do not....well, that ball's in your court, my dear," he said, his voice somewhat teasing. "Yeah, I try to have it back before they miss it, but sometimes..." he winked, "Well, sometimes that doesn't quite work out." That mischievous grin never left his face as they spoke.

"That's also pretty cool; I don't really have anywhere like that, but maybe one day you can take me somewhere like that, eh?" Sure, he was laying on the charm, but he found it hard not to. After a little while, they reached a small, secluded area with a campground and parked cars. He put the car in park, and motioned to the line of cars. "Pick your poison, and I'll show you how to crack into it."