Remember how I found out about my ability for the first time?

Totting up the particular Friends episode?
Noticing my usually scarfaced dad was now un-scarfaced?
Realising that I’d jumped back in time, and then had returned to my present?
(God, things were so simple back then.)

Well, I only found out those facts around the time this story ends, when my real memories were re-implanted into my brain.

The truth is that I had had no memory of ever having a dad, or a mom, or friends at college, or anything like that during my time spent wandering through the centuries.

I never questioned it. It was just like this vast, empty gap in my head. I never examined it, or attempted to fill it with false memories. I left it as it was.

And then Al confronted me with this revelation (to me and Zoe), and…well, that gap suddenly became extremely conspicuous.

I asked myself things like:
Where did I grow up?
Did I play with other kids?
I was at college, but didn’t I know some people?

I was freaking out hugely.