Ivor Ebony stood slack jawed, entering a wormhole through his mind prompted from the image of his supposed daughter. Images flashed by in his mind like someone endlessly changing channels. He saw everything within his minds eye that was simultaneously unfamiliar and yet completely familiar.

He pictured himself standing in a professor's outfit in a university. Speaking to him was the attorney girl in the pink outfit. They were laughing together. They seemed like good friends.

He saw them in a courtroom together, her watching him intensely as he stood on the stand to deliver his defense.

Everything flashed to that very strong faced woman in a hospital bed. The midwife holding her baby. Ivor rushed inside at the moment of her conception.

Then, a much older version of that beautiful tan child, dressed in purple overalls that matched her father's legal business suit. She was playing until two men wearing strange masks featuring astrology symbols carried her away screaming.

The last image: the police chief crying before brutally thrusting her fist into Ivor's face. It snapped him immediately back to reality.

However, things didn't feel real for the mayor anymore.

"You do remember her...?" The chief demanded, her hand trembling with the photo in her hand. "Our daughter...Cynthia..."

"I...." Ivor said, his body convulsing worse than the chief was. "I need to go. My head hurts. I need some iodine."

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The mayor turned tail and ran as fast as he could to the limousine. He slid in quickly and exclaimed to the driver, "Step on it! There's a crazy woman after me!"

The driver wordlessly agreed and the stretched vehicle began to accelerate. Ivor sweated bullets with his head in his hands. He turned to the glass rear window. No one was following him, but some weird memories continued to dog him and they were much scarier than the police lady.

Words echoed in his head. It was his voice, and yet he never remembered saying those words: "I'll do anything for her. Anything. Just to make sure she is safe. Even sell my soul to the highest bidder."

"Shut up!" Ivor screamed loudly at himself as they reached his manor. The gated mansion with its enormous fountain in the driveway was beginning to look strange to him. Even with a naked version of himself holding a vase that dripped water into the pool below, it didn't feel like him at all to own such a palace.

His mind raced and his heart rate increased tenfold as he left the car. He stumbled out of his limo and ran inside to the kitchen. The world was spinning around him.

"Where am I?!" he screamed, slamming his hands on the marble island counter. "This is not my beautiful house!"

"Darling, darling," a sweet voice called from behind. "Are you okay? Are you having an episode again?"

Ivor Ebony turned to face his wife. Draped in a light blue sundress, her beautiful dirty-blonde hair and soft face smiled kindly when she saw him. But he didn't recognize her. Instead he screamed loudly and beat his chest. "You..you are not my beautiful wife!"

Harmony tilted her head and continued to smile. But her pupils shrank. "Of course I am, dear."

She grabbed the confused man by the arm. "Come away, dear. We're going to bed."

"But...it's only noon..." Ivor said, stupefied.

"Your mind needs a rest. It's been overstimulated. It needs a bit of erasure..."

Harmony lead the confused mayor upstairs. He let out one final scream, but the house was so large and cavernous it was like he screamed nothing at all.