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Evan blinked, looking down at his hands and realizing that, somehow, he was back in his own adult body. His hair wasn't the wild mop that he'd had in Sunnyvale Institution and he had his real clothes back.

As used as he was by now to regaining consciousness in absolutely strange situations, he honestly expected something different to happen after having sacrificed himself in his mother's womb.

He didn't have any answers as to what result it had gotten him -- whether his mother, Lenny, Tommy -- Kayleigh or even Thumper were at all okay. God, he hoped so.

Evan let out a breath and then another, collecting himself. He was more than used to this crap by now. He would deal. He had to. Looking around and getting his bearings, Evan's eyes tracked across a desk with parchment and a quill sitting ready.

Noting the sconces on the walls, Evan put two and two together and figured he had possibly gone back quite a few centuries more than he'd meant to, thus possibly erasing himself from the timeline altogether.

Well, hell, it was still the intended result. Evan walked over to the table, noting a series of questions written on the parchment. A survey? What the hell year is it, anyway?"

Picking up the quill and playing with it, one-handed, Evan read over the series of questions, figuring he obviously had some time to kill. He might as well write something in the meantime. Maybe that paper he had been meant to turn in before Kayleigh's funeral. After the questions, of course.
( This can't be any weirder than anything else I've done... )