October Jones grew up in different places. Not the "He's moved around a lot" type of places.  But the "When ever he was supposed to die he jumped into a different reality" different places. 

To the best of his knowledge his dad must have been able to do what he does because he remembers vividly his father being there in other realities with him, and even taking him there. But it was so long ago and he hasn't seen him in so long he can't be sure. 

He's not even sure of his name. He knows he was born in October and his father was named Jones or was called that by friends. So it made sense to call him self October Jones, at least when he was 13. It feels silly now, but even more silly to change it. 

Not dying should be the easiest thing in the world. But no one tells you how hard being homeless is when you're an adult, let alone 13. And in a different reality each time. There was once when he had lived with a family. A mom a dad and twins his age. He was there for the longest he had been anywhere. 

But he got hit by a fucking bus. 

He wondered if they missed him. He wondered how Sebastian and Erin were. If they were mad he missed their birthday. 

As he drifted off, his last breath exiting his lungs, he thought all these things. He hoped maybe in the next place, he could feel what he felt with Sebastian and Erin and their parents. He hoped to god, if he was real, that he didn't die another stupid death.