<div class="floatright">(http://www.nationalacrobat.com/Gallery/upload/2017/10/09/20171009222928-9fc58bbd.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Dr. Elijah Henkow<br/><strong>Location:</strong>In the Past, a Desolate, out of the way planet<br/><strong>Time (if Needed):</strong>Near Noon in a small town<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Grendel<br/><hr/><br/>The tree he was sitting under provided a pretty good view of the central square of the small town. It didn't matter what planet you were on, towns had central squares, where if they weren't used for markets and bartering spots, they were the central location for all roads and paths to converge. That was the case here, as there were several roads and paths that converged here in the park, where the young doctor was sitting. He'd been recording in his journal, more a way to piece together thoughts, and he'd felt a familiarity. Not of one he knew well, but a mind that was searching for something. He felt the tendrils reaching out tentatively, and he knew. They were here.<br/><br/>He looked up, and almost instinctively raised his hand before he knew what he was doing.