[He brought both hands up immediately when he found himself staring down the barrel of his own gun, straightening up slowly. He wasn't sure what was happening, but he had a suspicion his - their? - sisters were involved, and that just brought up more questions than it answered.

And here, he'd hoped his life was going to start getting easier.]

I'm not going to shoot you. I don't want to fight. I was just...on my way to visit a friend, that's all...

[And that was when he realized the direction the man in front of him had been coming from, and recognized just how much of his hair was still blonde. And the readiness he had for drawing his weapon so quickly just made a lot more sense. Even if it didn't, even if this shouldn't even be possible. Was he dreaming, or was this the universe's twisted idea of some sick joke?]

I...think you may know who I'm talking about.