Roy slowly opened his eyes.

'Uh, my head' he thought as he felt his head and rubbed his eyes, opening them fully. 'Where am I" he thought to himself, taking in his surroundings. He was lying on his back in an ally, looking up he saw the midday sun, nice clear skies. He started to stand up, and noticed his cloths. He was wearing an off white suit that felt like it had been worn before. 'What happened…why can't I remember anything?…' he thought as he walked to the end of the alley and looked into the street. 'And where the hell am I' he thought looking at a sign that read, Crown Arcade. He rubbed his head again. He had a terrible headache.

Looking right he saw a newspaper stand. He walked over and picked up a paper. The title read TOKYO TIMES. 'Tokyo?' he thought. 'I don't remember being Japanese..,' then he looked at the date, March 14, 1995. "1995!" he said out loud. 'There's no way that can be right.' Roy thought. He looked up at the stands owner, who was starring at him because of his outburst. "Hey, is this right?" he asked, pointing to the paper. The owner glanced at it.

"I know, crazy right, but I'm surprised they stayed that long after that business with the Rangers."

"Huh?" Roy said, and looked at the headline. U.N. LEAVES SOMALIA. 'No way' he thought. "No, I mean the date." the owner looked confused, then glanced at a calendar on his wall.

"Uh, yeah, today's the 14th."

"Of 1995!" Roy said in disbelief.

"Well, yeah, what year would it be?" the owner said. Roy was stunned in disbelief,

"I…uh…can I take this?" he finally asked the owner.

"50 yen" the owner said. Roy fished around in his pockets and finally pulled out a wallet, and handed him one of the bills inside. He turned and started walking down the sidewalk.

'None of this makes any sense…' he thought. He looked at the newspaper again, reading other headlines as he walked. BOSNIAN WAR CONTINUES, O.J. SIMPSON: NOT GUILTY, AMERICA-

"Hey Watch it!"

It sounded like a mans voice, but there was something off about it. Roy looked away from the newspaper to see he had walked into the middle of the road in front of a _ sports car. The driver looked like a man. 'he' had short blonde hair, and wore a tan suit. In the passenger seat was a woman with long, almost seaweed colored hair. A child sat in the back who looked like neither of the other cars' occupants, she was almost pale, and had shoulder length black hair. Both ladies wore dresses, the aqua haired a light blue, and the child's a violet. "Well?" the driver continued. Something about this group struck him as odd, like he'd seen them before, but where?

"Sorry," he began, "I- Uhh!" his headache flared. Images danced through his head: symbols, an "H" with a circle on the bottom, an odd looking trident, another "h" this one lower case with a line through the top. More images, a destroyed city, a sword, a mirror, a glaive, and finally a large black coffin with an odd looking X on it. Roy blacked out.