He looked past everyone and out the window at the moon. You showed me that. He was certain it was the moon who showed him. Even though he couldn't explain how or why. For a second that was all he could see. Everyone else seemed to disappear. The moon was coming straight through the window. He could almost feel its glow. Then he turned to face his dad who had look of dread on his face.

"How is that even possible?" He muttered under his breath. Back in his normal voice, "Basil let's talk in private." Dad faced everyone else,

"I'll explain this to everyone else later." He put a hand on his shoulder guiding him out of the room and to his office on the first floor. The wood and glass door closed behind them quietly. They didn't even bother sitting down to start talking.

"My birth parents put me in that car and crashed it on purpose, didn't they?" Basil watched Dad walk around the desk to the seat behind. He didn't see that part but he knew that's what happened. It was nothing more than an extremely strong feeling. But it felt right. The moon is really getting into my head!

"Yea." Dad nodded. "Basil, you're birth parents were very twisted people. Drunk or not. To be honest it's a miracle that you lived as long as you did." He dropped down in the seat rubbing his face with his hand sighing. Basil took a seat in one of the two on the other side.

"When I pulled you of that car you were two weeks old. Traveling through time that young is dangerous and we couldn't make you any younger. Every other time adoptive doesn't remember their deathly experiences. Either they were a baby like you were or when they de-aged they forgot. We thought it would just be a baby memory that you would forget. So how do you remember it?" Basil didn't know how to answer. He couldn't say the moon showed him then told him the other details, Dad would just think he's nuts or lost it completely or had a concussion. The moon showed me a vision from my past then somehow told me it was my parents who did it. No really, I'm not nuts at all!" Yea that would go great.

"I'm not entirely sure myself." Basil came to an answer. It wasn't a lie, he wasn't entirely sure on how or why. Dad rubbed his face again.

"This is too weird!" He muttered.

The next morning Basil woke up still exhausted. After his chat with Dad, Mom gave him a concussion test. He didn't have one like he kept trying to tell her. But she was always like that, always making sure they were O.K. That's what he gets for having a doctor as his mom. What felt like a hundred questions he was finally allowed to go to bed. He closed his door and turned off the lights but instead of crawling into bed he stood watching the moon for the next two hours, constantly thinking, Why like that? Why now? The moon didn't answer. So now he was yawning as he put on his school uniform. I gotta at least try and act normal. Everyone watched him as he walked into the kitchen. It was creepy to have everyone look at him and not say a word.

"Morning?" He said unsure of what else to add. No one said anything. Basil grabbed his bowl of cereal and took a seat at the empty kitchen table. The entire time everyone watched his every little move. He couldn't even get his first bite without feeling uncomfortable.

"Could everyone please stop looking at me like I'm a freak?" He demanded.

"Basil what happened to you isn't natural. Normal people remember how they were supposed to have died." Bridgette told him. Both parents winced. Dad looked the most hurt. Mom called her name, shaking her disapprovingly.

"What?" She asked innocently. The longer this went on the more he wanted cover his face into the table with his arms blocking out the light, pretending none of this was happening. Dad set his smoothie on the counter roughly getting everyone's attention.

"Basil's right! What happened, happened. We shouldn't and won't treat him like this! He's a human for crying out loud not an animal!" He looked directly at Bridgette when he said won't, enforcing it for her. Not an animal? When in my past did someone refer to me as an animal? He scanned his face looking for an answer. Dad looked distraught like he was trying to forget a memory. If he was certain of one thing right now it was his life will never be the same again.