Matt met up with him in the courtyard so they could walk home together.

"What took you so long?" He asked tossing his arms behind his head. Basil looked at him. He had dark brown hair that look almost black in low lighting, like their dad's. Light brown eyes and that almost constant smile on his face. He was a star baseball player that had the skills and the looks. Their entire family believed he could go pro. There was nobody like him. With sports as his strong suit, he tend to struggle a bit with the academics. So it was common to for them to study together. Even in different classes they still covered the same things at the same time. Matt was taller than him by about an inch. Despite all three kids were born in different eras they still looked like a biological family.

"Just had to get something off my back." He answered. Matt gave him a confused look but quickly shook it off.

Basil was sitting at his desk in his room trying to finish his homework done before dinner. When he got home he instantly went upstairs and switch into his normal clothes. A red t-shirt with a white jacket shirt over it and dark blue jeans. The front door closed down stairs. Dad's home late. He looked up and out the window in front of him. When Mom and Dad heard he would stare at the moon every night from the orphanage's receptionist they gave him the room were its windows faced the front of the house and the moon for most of the night. The sun was starting filter a bright pre-evening glow. Something big must've happened at the agency if he's this late. And by the sound of his footsteps he's on his second or third wind but determined to finish the day off upbeat. What could get him this tired but happy? Giving up on the last two questions for the moment he headed down stairs. His assumptions were right. He looked ragged and tired but had a true smile on his face. His hair was messed up and had bruises forming blow his right eye and on both cheeks, like he got into a fist fight on the floor.

"Dad what happened to you?" Matt asked from the kitchen stool. Papers scattered in front of him on the counter.

"I tell you at dinner." He let out a deep breath.

"Well its ready now. Matt can you go get Bridgette." His mom said. Matt sighed but obeyed heading towards the stairs. Before Dad would explain what happened he wanted to hear everyone else's day. They all rushed through their stories to hear his. Even Bridgette rushed through and normally she would spend half of dinner talking. Then it was finally Dad's turn.

"Today we had an extreme crisis. Two time travelers going by the names Gary and Hodge were kidnapping famous and important kids from history. They were trying to smuggle them into our time to sell them off. So we had to shoot down the plane they were using into the begging of the twenty-first century. Thankfully there was no complication with you Basil." All Basil knew about his original identity was his Dad pulled him out of crashed burning car in 2008 then, a week later they adopted him. Dad continued,

"The crash caused thirteen years of damaged time. The agency put me in charge of the situation while most were trying to stop the ripple effect. So I went back before the crash and sent letters to all the missing kids. Then I skipped forward in the next time I could get in and snuck into the FBI to tell the kid now call Johan, to remember a list of names that I left on the desk. I met someone who was wronged by time and told her the truth. But I didn't use my real name." then Mom interrupted,

"What name did you use then?" Dad made a face and answered,

"I told her I was Alfonzo-Afraid-Manzo T'hut." The entire table burst into laughter.

"Did you just say every name that popped into your head?" Mom asked through laughter.

"Don't worry, I got a new name created by three kids: JB."

"It works." Matt shrugged the laughter dying.

"The next encounter we had was when I tackled Hodge to keep them from kidnapping

two missing kids in a library. When time was becoming too thin we left. Later I found out that they organized an adoption conference to steal them all back, so I went and got into another fist fight. Angela, my new friend help out by siding with the kids and tying up Gary, Hodge and myself. The moment I got my hands on Elucidator I sent the two to time prison then sent two kids named Chip and Alex back to their native time with their friends Johan and Katherine tagging along. They said they wanted to save so they could return and live their lives in the twenty-first century. And they did. That's what happened." Dad finished. No wonder Dad's drained. But that explains why he's happy. Time can be save and the kids don't have to die. A strong mental tug told him that the moon was out. It wasn't painful or anything, more like the back of your mind telling you it's nine and your show is on. Once dinner was over Basil retreated back to his room since it was Matt's turn to do the dishes. After he finished the last two questions in a breeze he just looked out the window at the moon. It was something he's done since he was born he guessed. For some reason he always felted comforted by it, like talking to an old trusted friend. But no words were being spoken. Lately a feeling like he was on the brink of remembering something important kept pounding in the back of his head. Every night the feeling kept stronger. It was killing him not being able to figure it out. He was so in his thoughts a voice at his door nearly gave him a heart attack.

"Basil, mom said once you're done with your homework you have to play with me." Basil spun around in his chair to see Bridgette there.

"He can play with you after he helps me with the last of my homework." Matt walked up behind her.

"But mom said!" Bridgette started raising her voice into a whine.

"He already promised to help me!" Matt raised his voice. That was partly true. He didn't promise to help but he did say he would help him. Basil got up from his chair seeing the fight was digging farther in his room. He tried to separate the two by getting in the middle of the shouting match but he accidently stepped on Bridgette's foot. She let out a short shout and he tried to take a step back but his heel hit something on the floor and he slipped backward. His head cracked against the hard wall. Instantly his vision back blurry and he couldn't hear. Things started going black. Everything was still dark but he could make out flames jumping around the edges of his vision. There was crying. No, he was the one crying. His vision came into full focus and he was looking out a sunroof in a car looking at the moon. He was crying for it to save him. It was so bright, so friendly looking. That was all he could focus on. The soft yellow-white glow, its dark creators, the rough surface. The image blurred up again. This image had a softer bright light. He thought he could make out figures in front of him but he couldn't be sure. Something laid on his shoulder. With a few quick blinks his vision was back to 20/20. Mom and Dad were in front of him calling his name, worry in their voice. Matt and Bridgette stood behind them silent. He realized it was Dad's hand on his shoulder. He slowly raised his arm like it weighed twenty pounds and rubbed the sore spot on the back of his head.

"Basil, are you alright?" Mom put a hand on the side of his head. Instead of answering with yea or I'm fine he answered with,

"I remember." Everyone looked at him confused.

"I remember how I was supposed to have died."