He remembers the honeysuckle of his mother’s perfume, and how soft her breasts were when she hugged him.

He remembers the day his grandfather taught him the bow. His fingers longed to grasp the smooth stock of his dad’s rifle and he sulked at the lesson.

He remembers the Juicy Fruit taste of his first kiss. Her name was Jane and the W-Boyz played on her parents’ stereo.

He remembers discovering his powers, remembers meeting Mr. Lord and the team.

Now he knows these memories are false, but he closes his eyes and can still breathe his mother’s scent.