"Hey, Kid!" Urawa cried out, grabbing the younger boy by the shoulder as he was about to step off the curb and into the street. The boy, startled, turned to face Urawa unsure of what this stranger wanted. A large bus speed through the red light in front of them and Urawa breathed a sigh of relief.

"Do I know you?" the younger boy asked wearily.

"No, but you looked like you needed some help."

"What do you mean by that?" he asked, his eyebrows scrunching together.

Urawa looked at his watch and glanced around quickly. "Here, buy yourself an ice cream." He handed the kid some coins, and nervously glanced around before taking off into the crowd.

He jogged a few blocks looking for something, but not quite sure of what. All he knew was that he'd recognize it once he saw it. For the first time he was unsure of his future.

His visions had become clearer as he aged. No longer did he get vague images and hints of thoughts. Now he saw everything clearly before it happened. It had taken quite a bit of time for him to learn the difference between what his mind and his eyes saw. One might compare it to seeing two people standing next to each but knowing that one is not real. Eventually you learned which of the two you should speak to.

A woman passed by and his hand reached out to grab the top of her bag where the strap had ripped. Only an apple fell out and rolled down the sidewalk instead of all the contents that otherwise would have. It had been as clear to him as the kid that had nearly walked in front of the bus.

This gray space was different now. The air around him rippled with uncertainty. He saved the kid. He caught the briefcase. Now for the first time, he had caught up with time.

Cars sped down the street. Horns honked. People bumped into him as they tried to go around him on the busy sidewalk. His heart sped up. Turn left or turn right? Walk another block?

He spun around and collided with the man behind him, cool coffee spilling over the both of them.

The man held the now empty cup of coffee in one hand and a bright red apple in the other. "I think you dropped your apple."

Urawa looked up at the sharp green eyes of the man in front of him. A wave of energy slammed into him, momentarily taking his breath away. Just like that, alternate universes unravelled before him and he understood that for the slightest fraction of a moment, something had changed.

It wasn't so simple as to say that timelines were altered or broken or born. Just that something that wasn't, now was.

"Are you okay?" the man asked. "Honestly, the coffee wasn't very hot and it tasted burnt. I should have asked for a refund and then neither of us would be wearing this mediocre blend."

Urawa couldn't stop staring at the man before him. He knew who he was. Knew what he was. Understand what it meant. "Crown Fruit Parlor," he blustered, bringing an end to the awkward silence that extended between them.

The man tilted his head to the side. "Pardon?"

Visions of the man flashed through his eyes. No matter how hard he pushed, he could not see beyond the moment where the blond walked through the doors of the arcade. With a stutter, he responded, "It's down the street. You should go there. Now."

"Are you okay?"

Urawa reached into his pockets pulling out a handkerchief and a couple of dollar bills crumpled together. He shoved everything into the man's hands. "You'll find what you need there, Zach."

Zach's eyebrows arched. "How do you-"

"I'm not supposed to be here anymore. I've stayed too long." He started to back away. "Trust me."

"I-" Zach was cut off as Urawa quickly took off down the street and disappeared around a corner. He brushed some stray strands of his long strawberry blonde hair from his face and headed towards the Crown Fruit Parlor, dabbing at his shirt with the handkerchief.

Urawa peered around the corner, watching as Ami made her way toward the arcade from the other direction. Ami had a book held in front of her as she expertly navigated through the people around her. She didn't notice when the man in front of her suddenly stopped to pick up the handkerchief that he dropped, causing them to collide.

Strong arms wrapped around the inky haired girl, catching her with his right arm and her book with his left hand. Their eyes met and Urawa turned away. Perhaps this was kismet.