I looked at the armor laying on her kitchen table. I put my hands on my helmet and examined the red crystal. It had been cracked, which meant communications would be very unlikely. I put my helmet on and then picked up my buster gun and slipped it on my arm. I activated the buster and began to charge it up. It was still working, at least my weapon had survived. I deactivated it and took off the buster and helmet.

"You did a good job on polishing up my armor and repairing it," I told her as I examined the rest of my armor. She nodded.

"Thanks, it's an amazing piece of technology. Did you make it yourself?" She asked. I shook my head.

"No, I didn't. It was made before I was born."

"Oh, well, it's nothing I've ever seen before," she said. Which sounded strange, considering that Ami was able to repair my armor. It was made out of a special alloy that was discovered near the beginning of the year 2000.

"Ami, what year is it?" My mind was beginning to wonder, had the reploids been invented yet? It must be at least 2000 or 2001, it was the only thing that would make sense.

"It's 2009," she told me with a puzzled look on her face. My heart stopped. The reploids should've already been invented. My own predecessor, should've been invented.

"Do you know what a reploid is?" I asked her, losing whatever hope I had rather quickly. She shook her head. Was I even on the same Earth? I sighed and tried to think. How could Sigma have gained technology that could send me to another Earth. If he was able to send me back, then, I wonder what he's done back home? Or, was there still a home?

"X? Are you okay?" Ami asked me. I had forgotten all about her. I shook my head.

"I'm okay, it's just, I'm not supposed to be here," I told her. She looked at me with a hurt look on her face and then looked to the ground. She didn't understand what I meant. She was sensitive, like me.

"Ami, I didn't mean it like that. I mean, I'm not supposed to be here. I'm not from this place," I looked down, "I don't have a place here." It hurt to say it, but it was true. I was meant for destroying the Mavericks. That's my purpose, how could it ever change? That's the way I was made.

"How do you know you don't have a place here? X, do you know how to get back home?" She asked me, both questions had a point.

"I'm not too sure how I even got here to tell you the truth. That technology was too advanced, even for my time," I could tell Ami had no idea what I was rambling on about so I figured I would stop talking. I scratched the back of my head, trying to figure out something to say.

"X, can I ask you something?" I shrugged.

"Go ahead."

"If you can't get back to wherever your from, what're you going to do?" I hadn't even thought about that. I suppose I'd have to live here until I could find a way back home."

"I'm not too sure, I don't really know this place, so it would be nice to have someone help me out," I told her. Her face went a slight shade of pink. We stood in silence for a moment and then I had an idea.

"You wouldn't have a way to where I'd be able to find someone would you?" She nodded. And showed me to a computer. Something familiar for once.

"Here, give me a minute," she turned on the computer and dialed onto the internet. She opened a browser and asked me who I was looking for.

"A scientist named Dr. Light," I told her. She froze in the chair and turned around to look at me.

"You don't know do you?" She said. I shook my head and looked at her, waiting for her to tell me. She didn't speak though. I could tell what she was wanting to say.

"No, that's not possible. How would you even know?" She got up and walked over to a table that was sitting in the middle of the room and grabbed a stack of papers off of it.

"You should read this?" She handed me the papers and on the first page was a picture of Dr. Light, the title above it read: "Renowned Scientist Dr. Light, Murdered". I had to read the title again, I didn't believe it. I read the article accompanying it. It mentioned there were multiple burns on his body. They weren't from a gun though, it had to be a buster. If Sigma had sent me back. Then maybe he sent something else back. The article also mentioned that plans for a new invention were stolen.

I looked at Ami, at a loss of what to say. The only person who could help me was gone. I got on my knees and sat down on the floor. Thomas Light was dead. I was still alive. So that must mean, I was still invented. The plans that were stolen from Dr. Light's home. It must've been the Megaman prototype. I had to have been invented by someone else. And considering what year it was. There was only one other person who could create the reploids.

"This can't be happening," I said under my breath. Ami sat down beside me and I looked at her.

"How could this happen? I shouldn't even be here. Who knows what it's like back home now," I sighed.

"Maybe I can help you get back," she said.

"It would be appreciated if you could," she smiled and looked at the watch on her wrist.

"It's pretty late, X. You should probably get some sleep," I stood up and ran my hand through my hair.

"Yeah, I guess I should."

"You can sleep over there on the couch, it's actually quite comfortable," she said. I looked at the couch and then back at her. "Good night, X." Then she walked away and started up the stairs.

"Ami?" I said as she was halfway up the staircase. She looked down at me.

"Thank you."

She said 'your welcome', but it was so quiet I could barely hear it. Then she continued back to her room. I went and laid down on the couch. She was right, I could use the sleep.