He did his best not to laugh at her positive attitude and pointed at his own head, "I think I know the reason I did this," He said before she turned back to her mother.<br/><br/>"She probably looked at herself as a baby too," Johnathan said in response to Ludovica's question, feeling quite bored of the situation, though he wasn't rude enough to say so. If she was so old, how long would this day of memories go?<br/><br/>Before anything else could be said, whiteness overtook them once more. When they faded into the next scene it was a very different picture, and with it came a pained sound from the boy at Ludo's side.<br/><br/>"D*mmit," He groaned, feeling like he had been punched hard in the gut, "No, go back!"<br/><br/>It was a house they looked at, and by the looks of it the owners had a low income, the walls had cracking brown paint and the shrubbery around the windows had become overgrown. The yard in the front was about half an acre and there were three beat up cars in the broken concrete driveway.<br/><br/>Then, the door flew open and a small child ran out of the house, shrieking with laughter as he clumsily jumped around in clothes too big for him. This would be Johnathan with the same light brown hair, except on his younger self it was shorter. On the child's heels came a bear of a man with a scruffy reddish beard and shaggy hair, chasing after the boy and tackling him to the ground in a heap of giggles.<br/><br/>Johnathan was frozen in place now, his face empty but eyes burning with anger at the seemingly happy scene that was unfolding.