Jul 29, 2015
“Thank you for seeing me,” Bailey began, his gaze on the floor, shuffling a little nervously on the chair opposite the other man. In all honesty, this was his last resort. After trekking all over Paradox in search for answers, he had arrived on the door of a man who specialised in memories. It was a long shot but if the answers to who his mother was and what he was were anywhere, it was probably within his own head. He dampened his lips, blue eyes glancing up to find another pair, not too different to his own “I’m Bailey Carson - I was wondering if you’d be able to... help me... remember some thing I’ve forgotten that might possibly help me find out who my mom is.”