[MisterOlds]

He scratched his head, grinning ruefully, As expected, she didn't believe me. Oh well, it can't be helped. "2013, huh? Guess it's been a year, then." She helped him up, which took a bit of effort as his coordination was still a little off. His footsteps felt so heavy, it was disorienting.

As they reached the house, he wrinkled his nose as the smell of coffee besmirched his nostrils. He really didn't like coffee, or anything of that sort. He blinked in confusion as she handed him a phone. "Um.... Who exactly am I calling? It's not like I have any family or anything. They died, like, 13 years ago. If anything, Avia was the closest I could come to knowing, and she doesn't have a phone number. Well, I don't think she does anyways...."