Leo's something of a mess with all the fragments of things in his head, but he's taken to functioning through it all by focusing on one thing, one memory at a time. There are some that are easier than others -- both in finding the source and the content -- and this is one of them. It's... actually surprisingly mundane, domestic, and normal in the deluge of extraordinary things in his head. That's a good thing. It's motivation, too, to find the owner.
Which shouldn't be too difficult? Even his one braincell can determine that there's only so many people in the Void that could match a memory like this, considering the age this person must be... Unless Leo was dealing with some kind of Normal Memory From An Immortal or something? Which was entirely possible. That'd be interesting, actually--
Okay, mmm, maybe deal with the obvious suspects first. This reason is why Oak is approached by this orange-haired boy (wherever he is), with nothing but a simple wave.
"Heya! Are you a Professor...? I'm looking for a Professor!"
Random. So very random. But this ingenious plan of latching onto a random, identifying fact in these things and casting his net out wide has been doing wonders... Why stop?
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Which shouldn't be too difficult? Even his one braincell can determine that there's only so many people in the Void that could match a memory like this, considering the age this person must be... Unless Leo was dealing with some kind of Normal Memory From An Immortal or something? Which was entirely possible. That'd be interesting, actually--
Okay, mmm, maybe deal with the obvious suspects first. This reason is why Oak is approached by this orange-haired boy (wherever he is), with nothing but a simple wave.
"Heya! Are you a Professor...? I'm looking for a Professor!"
Random. So very random. But this ingenious plan of latching onto a random, identifying fact in these things and casting his net out wide has been doing wonders... Why stop?
Very sorry, Oak.