Tobias shuffles his wings against his back and considers the question carefully, head tilting a bit as he watches a mouse dart under a bush. <Not that I can recall, but sometimes time travel messes with memories.> And sometimes you come back to the moment when you'd left. <Either way, we'd better figure out why were here, and what brought us.> He was just glad it wasn't another Sario Rip. He could die happy if he never went through another one of those.

Well, okay. He could die less unhappy.