As Milo's plane landed in the local airport, something stirred in him. Something old. Something... Ancient, even. It was like something in the back of his mind was buzzing, rustling around. It irked him, something he couldn't ignore, but he tried pushing it to the back of his mind anyway. He had a job to do after all.<br/><br/>As he walked to the dig site, the itch got stronger. It was like a pull. An overwhelming urge to remember. For once, it felt like he was forgetting something. He tried to push it to the tip of his mind, but nothing would come. It was all a blur. It was, uncomfortable. Something he didn't know how to handle, and it gave him a headache.<br/><br/>As soon as he got within range to see the dig site's first buildings, he knew something was up. He didn't know if it was something in the air, or maybe something like subsonic noises, but it was bugging him. Even though he wasn't looking in that direction, he could feel someone walking up behind him. He didn't know how he knew, but he could feel it.<br/><br/>Her figure looked familiar. Something about her smashed into him. It called to him. Her brown eyes, her round face, her softly tousled hair. He knew her, and he couldn't remember. His head hurt, and she wasn't slowing down.<br/><br/>"Milo, private investigator. You look extremely familiar, have we met?"