Van Loganis Skitoshov sat on the light of a skyscraper high above the rest of Millennium City following the day. A bomb capable of destroying the entire world through a temporal, his head hurt thinking about it as he adjusted his fedora with a passing gale of wind. He looked out over the city, lights shining in the night like the stars high above him. He would be a liar to admit he didn't miss space and the freedom it held.

"No point in thinking about old times," he mused to himself, "Not when you're dead for good this time..."

The entire series of events leading up to his arrival on this dimension were a blur in his head as he looked up noticing an invisible camera watching him. He proudly displayed his middle finger to his ever watchful observers at UNTIL and PRIMUS before with out a slight hint of hesitation he lept. The free fall lasted for what seemed like forever as he closed his eyes letting the sensation overwhelm him. He placed a single hand on his hat securing it before turning his back to the ground. A fraction of a second from the ground the bronze tanned man slipped out of existence.

The area he appeared in was not of his choosing, usually it never was when he wanted it to be. The sky above him was still dark with the night apart from the fact that 3 moons now hung in the sky and not a single one was white. The area around him was mostly a grassy plain burgeoning with wheat fields and the occasional windmill. Van knew where he was and knew he did not have much time to be there. He of all people know how long trespassers were allowed.

He walked quickly at a marching pace up a hill and came across a house in the middle of it all, wooden walls and two stories, built as if it were in medieval times. One of the two chimneys billowed smoke from it as Van looked over it a slight smile coming to his face. Maybe his unintentional tampering was for the better after all...

"Then again half the shit I do I don't even remember how I did it anyhow..." He said out loud while sighing as he walked past the home.

He reached his destination a series of twelve swords, each very similar but slightly different to his own, arranged in a circle around a single statue. The statue was a of a lizard man who held his hand out opened, a smile across his face, wearing attire almost identical to his own. He approached the statue feeling his very essence starting to trickle again he began to read the plate.

Here lies Van Loganis Skitoshov I-XII, A being who's fate was determined at creation and broken in his end. A father, a friend, a hero.

"Well shit" Van said almost laughing, "You guys were always much grander in life...and here is this humble little memorial to you. I have to admit...You got me this time."

He continued to chuckle a little as a sadness griped him, "I guess...I owe you a lot...Even if I don't believe a single damn thing any of you told me...I know you are responsible for a lot of the things, hell nearly all of the things that make me, me...I guess...uhm...err..."

He trailed off not really knowing what to say. He instead let a few tears run down his face as he stared at the twelve blades aligned in a circle. He began to move away from it after a few minutes when he noticed a part of the circle missing. He grinned, almost laughed at the display of bravado they had left even after their deaths. He walked up unsheathing his own blade and putting it into the ground before stepping back.

"And there...We are a family again...even if all of us are dead in some crazy way..."

He pulled his blade from his respective slot of the council sheathing it again and turned around to see a man dressed in night clothing. A white loose shit and brown pants with a set of boots sloppily thrown on, he stared at Van in almost disbelief silver eyes meeting green eyes.

"Van...Is that you?" The man said approaching him.

"No...Think of me more as a distant relative who has long since died..." Van said with a grin to the man, "It's best you don't know me even if I knew yours parents, both adoptive and biological...and tell your wife that she reminds me so much of her parents as well..."

Van began to dissolve from the feet up as the man ran towards him, "Wait! You can't just leave again! You can't even be here to begin with! You're dead!"

Van grinned one last time, "Yeah...That I am."

Van appeared lying in the middle of the Renaissance Center staring up at the stars. He missed the freedom of space, vast and infinite in it's wonder. He looked around making sure nobody was around before brushing himself off and beginning to get up when a hand appeared in front of him. He took it getting the help up before looking to see nobody there. He smiled as he walked to the edge of the ally back to the street saying one thing before he departed.

"Thanks guys..."