The answer fueled more questions than he knew what to do with. When? He was desperate to ask, as though that would make anything clearer. The first time, or.. was there a second time, yet? He had yet to experience it himself, but that didn't mean a great deal. Goddess, when had his life grown so complicated as to involve alternate dimensions and timelines? A headache threatened.

More pressingly, what could he say that wasn't a lie? But that wasn't the whole truth? Would Erik believe him if he told him? The words came haltingly.

"I remember.. leaving everyone, after everything.."