His goal of cataloging the world was going more slowly than initially expected. Mostly because he was taking his time, and biding it carefully. Especially when a part of him was struggling with the idea of putting down roots, especially if such things weren't likely to stay with them once they had gone back? After all - so many forced residents from other dimensions appeared and disappeared all the time. How long could he reasonably expect to stick around with all this? But it had been now a couple of months. Being brought back quickly was seeming less and less likely over time. Might as well plan for the future in the meantime. One such goal that was 'down the line if he stayed here that long' was seeing a specimen of the 'sapphire butterfly', even if it had a completely uninspired name. While it may be a goal long down the road - well, maybe he should. He had intended for today to be a scouting day into seeing where the pixies lived in the Forest of Airaisal in order to avoid them in the future. Except... at one point or another, he was sure he had got turned around at some point. Mapping the forest had turned out to be a more trouble than it may be worth. Still - a part of Ford was determined to push on through still, even if it meant a night of being out here. That was until a path mysteriously opened up. Some would say it would probably to ignore such a path altogether. And those people would be the ones to not find out the mystery behind it.
Still, he did wish he was a little more armed. He really did need to see about getting some kind of replacement for his weapon sooner than later, didn't he? He shook those thoughts off as he quickly went down the new trail, ready to find out what lay ahead. Soon enough, he found himself entering a glen. For just a moment, he smiled at the sight. What a beautiful place. But... that also wasn't that impressive. There had to be something more to this place, wasn't there? Slowly, he began to move his gaze, scanning the area until... He froze, his eyes locking onto another figure within it.
"That's... impossible." Ford stared at the image that looked back at him, unable to stop himself from simply gaping at what he saw. A face that was his own, but thirty one years younger, with his expression mirroring the surprise, on Ford's own.
And he was see-through. An apparition of some kind, perhaps? A hallucination, perhaps? Only one way to find out, really, wasn't there? At least things couldn't possibly get any weirder than this...
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