Pain spread through my lungs with the familiar agony that comes with jumping. What wasn't familiar was the weight pressing down on me. 

"Get up." A gruff voice spit. 

I opened my eyes to see a man standing over me holding a gun. My eyes widened as I try to force my body out from underneath his boot. 

"What the fuck man?" I yell my hands reaching up. How can I get up when he's pinning me down? 

"Empty your pockets your coming with me." He barked not moving his gun but moving his boot from my chest. 

I turn out my pockets to show I have nothing on me, nothing but my clothes have ever survived the jump. 

He yanks me up from the group holding on to the back of my neck as he pulls me along. 

"Slow down, please!" I say as genuinely as I can, my body is exhausted. I woke up too soon and I know from experience that it's doesn't end well when I do. 

The man ignores me, the only indication that he heard me was the annoyed look on his face. I'm about to say something again when my vision starts to fade, and as my hearing goes I can hear a very annoyed "son of a bitch." Being muttered. 

I sleep for however more time my body needs to account for jumping and the early wake up. 

I hear the people around me, moving and speaking. I can only assume I was brought the rest of the way to where ever the man was taking me. 

"Why is he strapped down?" I hear a voice ask. And sure enough I feel bindings wrapped tightly around my wrists. 

"Because, he was wondering onto our property. We have to deal with him how we would any one else. Even if you think you recognize him." A snarky voice responds, the man who brought me here. "I'm tired of waiting we should just wake him." A woman says, her voice soft and motherly. 

"Jon, you are dismissed." She says. I hear large work boots clanking on tile, a lot of the noise accounting for the weight of the man but also his anger. I almost laugh. 

I feel someone approach my bedside, I assume they would shake me, or even hit me. I feel stupid for not noticing the IV that is in my arm. I don't notice until a sensation is being pushed into my veins, cold and causing my heart to race. It becomes to much to bear and I sit up in the bed breathing heavily. Eyes wide and frantic. 

"Hello dear." The woman says. 

I almost cry. It's Hailey. Sebastians mother. But I know it's know it's not really her, I've embarrassed myself enough times to know they never recognize me. It's just this realities version of her. 

There is always a chance of running into another version of them. And I have, countless times. But it doesn't change the way my heart twists with pain and longing. 

Instead of saying anything, I know  it's possible that I could still embarrass myself no matter how many times I've done this, I stare wide eyed. Looking like something akin to a fish. 

"Now, I'm going to preform a few tests to make sure you are healthy. You were found unconscious and when being brought here you fainted. Is that okay?" She said untying my hands. I nodded my head still staring. 

"I'm gonna shine this light into your eyes just keep looking at me." She smiled softly, reassuringly. 

"Okay, can you tell me your name, age, and birth day?" 

Well fuck. I'm not a good liar. But I guess I can try. 

"My name is October Jones, I'm 18, born October first." 

"What year?" 

Shit. It's not like I celebrate my birthday. It's not like it's important for me. What year is it right now anyway. Son of a 

"October?" 

I look over at him. It's him. Sebastian. And then I can't hold it. Tears start to fall. I look crazy. They don't know who I am. 

I just look some some guy who passed out and is crying because of his birthday for some reason. 

"Is it really you?" Sebastian whispers. I frown. This hasn't happened before. My father always said every one else existed in every reality but us. There was only one. And I couldn't allow myself to even hope it was really them. Could I? 

"Really me?" I whisper back. I can't think straight. This happens so often, I see some one I've once known and cared for and allowed myself to hope, but it's never real. 

"Where did you go?" Another voice says. I look to where it came from and see a girl, she's my age. It takes only a second to recognize it's Erin. 

I start to cry harder. I know it's all a trick. Even if they don't mean it to be. 

"I know you think you know who I am, but I don't think you do. I'm sorry." I say fighting the tears. 

A hand falls on my shoulder, "Then why are you crying?" Hailey asks. A fair question considering. 

"Because I wish I was the boy you think I was." 

"What makes you so sure you aren't?" Sebastian says angrily. 

This makes me laugh, happy to know he hasn't changed at all. 

"Please, October, it's you. You disappeared five years ago, on our birthday and we didn't know if you were alive or dead. You said you didn't know your real name but you knew you were born in October, and your dad was called Jones. Please we know it's you." 

Sebastian said face red with frustration. 

I couldn't think. I knew with out a doubt that their wasn't a multiple of me like there was of them. 

If there was and I happened to meet myself somewhere we would literally destroy that reality. So it was impossible for there to be two of our kind in any of all the realities. It was only me. 

So what they were saying is I'm back. I came back to them. 

"I'm back?" I whispered. 

They looked confused. 

"Are you okay?" Erin asked grabbing my hand squeezing tight just like when we were kids. I held just as tight. 

"No, nothing makes sense." I said my voice rasping. I know I must look insane. How could I possibly explain this to them? I could only do so much in terms of "powers". Me and my dad only got so far in teaching before he was gone. 

"It's okay. Just tell us what's wrong so we can help." Hailey said with a worried expression. 

How could I explain that I didn't mean to up and leave? I was just hit by a bus and catapulted into a different reality, and I didn't think I could even come back or I would have. A long time ago. 

I took a deep breath. Fuck me man, this was tough.