"Honey, time to wake up" looking around at the room that was still mostly unpacked. What hen had I follow asleep? Looking around still trying to wake up, Mom stood at the door. "Grandpa should be getting off soon and wants to meet us at the restaurant we passed on the way in. You hungry?" A stomach growl was the first answer followed by my "Starving" she left with a shake of her head. Looking around again, something feels off. "Poli?" Mom's Poliwrath Jab came wandering in with a hat plopping it on my head. A Trilby hat I think they had called it at the store. They had lost my luggage, so we had to pick up some new clothes before we checked on the new house. New everything was new. "ok I'm coming." having an answer and seeing me get off the bed, Jab turned around and started humming as he left. About the time he rounded the corner It hit me like one of Jab's well a jab to the face. The thing that was off; I was Zegareth Tremal but also not. there was another me as well. Vague shadows of memories that I had been wrestling with the whole flight to Moms hometown. I spent most of my sixteenth birthday stuck on a plane trying to figure out how I remember having two different sets of parents. A whole other life that was also separate from what I remember, well parts of it. like when you try and remember school years ago. You know you were there but don't remember everything. It made the flight weird. Well that and the Hawlucha that kept staring at me between the seats. 11 hours of a creepy bird staring.

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