The clean smell of fresh cut grass and saltwater followed a warm breeze that passed by me as I stared out at the bay. Normally nice weather like this gave me optimistic feelings, however, here I felt quite different. Don't get me wrong, I was everything but stressed and, in fact, content with the moment.

After a harsh, cold, winter people were out and about doing their daily routines and enjoying themselves at the same time. As many still had jobs to tend to, most seemed to care less about them and were either strolling round Jump city or were at the park playing some sort of sport. Even though it was already about midday it felt as though I had only just woken up and as if someone just took a vacuum and sucked all intentions(If any existed) of doing anything away.

Abruptly, I was knocked out of my trance by at an unknown object that lunged itself toward my head.

("thud")"hmm,?" I looked down at the object to find it was a Frisbee.

"Sorry!" a boy, about the age of seventeen yelled and ran toward me to retrieve it.

(Breathing tiredly) "Sorry about that, I was sorta out of it for a sec", the boy said apologetically.

"Heh, guess I can relate" I said somewhat half heartily. "Here," I handed him the Frisbee.

"Thanks," he said and gave and small grin for a sec. However the next moment looked at me strangely and tilted his head.

"Do… do I know u from somewhere"? He asked looking confused.

"No," I looked at him strangely, "I don't recall," I said in an unsure tone. How he had come see me as familiar I was uncertain, and he seemed not at all familiar to me. However, a short moment afterward, his confused expression changed to one of surprise and shock. One could even say he looked slightly fearful.

"No way… your not- not one of those titans, you know, from that fire… His gaze was vast, enough to make one feel uncomfortable in any circumstance. However, I could of cared less about that. It's what he knew, what he remembered, that bothered me most.

"I…I…no" I started stepping back. "I guess I just look like her… I get that a lot," At first I wished I had not even mentioned I knew of the event, even more, gave a clue to knowing who in particular he met.

"Oh… wow" He held his head, "Sorry its just… never mind. "Heh, I'm guess I'm just going crazy or something." He looked up and gave a nervous smile, "don't worry I don't do taxidermy with humans or anything," he said half humorously, trying to end the awkwardness.

I managed him a slight chuckle (even though it was obviously fake) and left the scene. I was tempted to sprint out of their as fast as possible but came to realize it would prove quite pointless. Instead, I paced myself and looked out toward the bay. Am I really that recognizable? It wasn't surprising that the news of the "episode" was known by the general populous, but it bothered me that I was so easily identified. What I found most disturbing, however, was his expression, his eyes. In them, displayed another emotion… worry.

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The rest of the day went by very slowly and I tried to distract myself from the Frisbee incident. I decided I might as well leave the beach as it was starting to get dark and I knew Toby would get worried and have his little "meltdown" like last time. Before I left, however, I took a long gaze at the enormous, blue, bay. This was an almost daily habit of mine as it normally signaled the conclusion to the day. It reminded me of a time when things were so much more…"different".

Time: 9:30pm location: the damned bus stop

"Uhhhggggg, stupid bus! I hope your happy with your seven dollars in tax charge, cause the next one is going up your ass!!

Yeh, I wasn't exactly in high spirits at the time. The bus had been over crowded when it arrived, and the second time it arrived two hours late because "supposedly" the bus driver had received a ticket for going below the speed limit! Now I deal with a reasonably big pile of BS from people during the week, but this wasn't a pile were dealing with, this was a hill. However, that wasn't the end of the show. The bus service decided to reward our patience with a surprise performance from Jack Schitts relative Allotta Moore Schitt and charged us seven dollars for a thirty minute ride.

I heaved my now deprived of money bag over my shoulder and marched angrily toward the apartment complex. Even though the deep intent of chasing after the bus with time bombs strapped to my chest didn't sound like such a bad idea, I chose otherwise. I was, however, very relived to finally be home at least. I continued walking up the stairs.

"I'm home," I called out not to loudly into the apartment, but received no answer.

"Hello?" I called slightly louder than last, but only heard the faint sound of breathing.

I walked slowly toward the small living room and found a pale Tobe slouched over the armrest of the couch. Next to him I noticed a kitchen pot. Quietly, I walked over to him and shook him slightly.

"Tobe"…I whispered almost inaudibly. "Tobe, it's me, are you alright?" I whispered with little effort. He mumbled slightly and opened his eyes halfway.

He looked up at me lamely, like I was only a four year old, but managed to speak weakly.

"Kacey?... you were right," he said miserably.

"Wha? What are you talking about," I asked, confused and felt slightly concerned.

"Burger King really is under new management. The double cheese, double bacon fry burger wasn't intended to be edible. I think the ALCIDA fry's it in cyanide," Tobe managed a smirk, and for a second it looked like he might laugh.

I looked at him stupidly. "I warned you," I said somewhat tauntingly then smirked. Tobe looked at me pathetically and spoke as if completely serious.

"But I thought were supposed to have it our way," He said with a straight face then almost burst out laughing. This ordeal, however, didn't last long as he suddenly changed his expression and ran toward the bathroom.

I put my hand on my face in pity and sighed. "Why do I hang out with this idiot?" I said, but ended up laughing it off.

This, if not less, was only momentarily as the events from earlier in the day suddenly flashed back into my mind. Who was I to call Tobe a idiot anyway, as I was one myself? How did information from almost a year and a half ago catch up with me so easily? Am I that easy to identify? I tried retracing those 'unwanted' memories as if to relocate and fix them. Did...did they figure it out?