Plant the seed and the idea will grow into what you need.
-M
Jim snapped his phone shut and rolled his eyes at the message as his mouth drew towards the right side of his face. He didn't even respect his future self- he was of course still skeptical over the whole ordeal and did not really believe it was a future version of himself. Jim was a clever man but he had no logical explanation for how or what could have been done in order for anyone to alter time however he was quite bored and had nothing better to do. Everything checked out for it to be him because ones self should know it's self the best, but this is not always the case. He knew most people better than they did just by glancing them over. This "future Jim Moriarty" knew every last detail about him down to his deepest secretes and memories. He decided he would play along with the game to see how it went or more importantly- how to get it into his favor.
Jim looked over the pictures sent to him;
Alice (Liz) Elizabeth Glas and Mike Stamford. Jim Studied the first picture.
Jim knew she lived in London or near by as she was taught at St. Barts as a student but judging by her preference to be called by a shortened version of her middle name indicates that she wants her name to seem informal and also English instead of Scottish. He deduced she must have most of her family from Scotland also that she was there through means of hard study and not money. She wore nice clothes but they were not name brand and some looked worn from many uses. Her hair was blonde but not naturally. She did not have the means to constantly touch up her brunette roots but she wanted to stand out and be seen -only 10% of women are naturally born blonde. She had slightly furrow line wrinkling on her forehead showing much thinking and scowling has gone over her face that has aged her over time. She did not have much make up on meaning she didn't have the time, she did not know and nor did she care for much make up. Her smile in the picture appeared regular however in her eyes it proved not to be genuine and mostly forced. She made sure to hide her inner emotions from everyone else. Her outward appearance meant she wanted to look successful and happy however Jim saw more and knew she was exactly the opposite. He could almost smell the cheap perfume she must have bought on sale.
He picked up the second picture and studied it. He s gently tossed the photos onto the desk nearby and sighed.
"Boring" he carried out the word with a scoff as he leaned back into the couch.