It has been a long time since he has been here. In truth, he never thought he would be back. Raven did not typically visit towns he has been in before, in fear that someone would recognize him from one of his rampages as Jet. Though they were not entirely his fault, Raven could not help but feel guilty about the terrible things his other self was capable of doing. More often than not, that is the reason why he always had a nomadic life, street rat or not.
But he had to take a detour and he ended up here again. Everything was the same, just the way he had left it. Some places he used to frequent closed down, but it maintained the same atmosphere he was all too familiar with; and that was not exactly a good thing. But it was a good balance of the two.
Shoving his hands into his pockets, Raven started forward once more. However, a familiar passing face had caught his attention and he whirled around, eyes widened in surprise: " Cal? "
