TIME SKIP from September 2nd, 1990 to November 17th, 1990
After the doctor and nurse noticed the inconsistencies in Marcus' answers, they ordered a brain scan to determine if there was any damage from his fall. Fortunately for Marcus, no damage was found.
Eventually, representatives from Child Protective Services came to talk to Marcus. By this time, Marcus had acquired more information about his situation.
"Apparently, I am in the early 1990s when I know I was in late 2023. I am a college student halfway through his sophomore year at my university. I don't think I'm being lied to—for one, my body resembles that of a child now. I am in the United Kingdom when I know I was in Georgia, USA. This is supported by the fact I still have my accent."
Marcus, still rather shaken up by these events, decided to do one thing he was very good at, thanks to years of being an introverted person: people-watching. Not in a creepy way, mind you, but observing how people interact with their environment and cataloging his surroundings for future reference.
After many long conversations and discussions with both the United Kingdom's version of Child Protective Services and the Police, nothing was found on Marcus. Nada. Zilch. Zip. Naturally, people were flummoxed by this but assumed that he had simply escaped being registered by the legal system in both the United Kingdom and the United States of America, and any other countries that were scanned.
After this strange turn of events, Marcus was given a choice: return to America and be placed in an orphanage there or stay in the United Kingdom and be placed in the foster care system here.
Marcus, after deep introspection, decided to stay in the United Kingdom for now. After all, apparently, he had nothing left in America, and that hurt. You see, Marcus' parents had died when he was 14 and 15 from sickness. His father from a cardiovascular condition that resulted in a heart attack, and his mother from terminal lung cancer, respectively. He had already grieved for them heavily.
However, his friends, his sister, were gone to him, probably forever.
But Marcus, even though damaged by this loss, refused to be broken. Not yet. He was a 20-year-old man mentally, damn it, and he would act like it on the inside, even if his body didn't reflect this maturity.
Marcus was sent to the Cheshire Home for Orphaned Children near the suburb of Islington in London. He was placed in the last year of 'primary school' and was given a room to share with a fellow orphan at Cheshire. Marcus began to settle down and became more comfortable with his surroundings. He focused on school, studying British history (because, let's face it, he was a university student in his past life, why would he need to study anything else at this level?). And yes, Marcus truly believed himself to be a reincarnate at this point. Why else would he remember a whole life so vividly?
Marcus maintained control of his emotions rather remarkably, but he knew he still had manic depression. Yes, that is right, Marcus had a depressive disorder—specifically Bipolar Disorder Type II. He could sense it with his mood swings, but having experienced a life of this, he persevered. He decided against medication for now until he could do more research into the reception of mental health in early 1990's Britain, as he had heard bad things about it, but practiced meditation and journaling his thoughts.
Things proceeded in this manner with Marcus getting used to his new life until the day he had been dreading arrived, November 17th.
The day his sister was supposed to have her birthday, and as far as he knew, he was dead in his past life, never to tell her he loves her again.
And Marcus, overwhelmed with emotions of loss and longing, broke down and cried.
But something happened.
