It's been a lot of things going on, and the storm was just fraying at Tommy's nerves in ways it should not have been. Weather had rarely been a thing to move him so much, because he could avoid it, move from it. There were exceptions of course. Too much snow made him ache in a way that was only true for speedsters he thought. But there was a whole other issue with storms, with lightning. His speed built up static, and too much of a charge could draw energy to him. Like lightning. So Tommy had to go slow with storms.

But really, that had to be the only reason he was in such a foul mood tonight, right? Had to be. Tommy still had to work though. The pay from the Lodge was mostly spent on feeding Speedy after all, so he came to work and made his way through it. And here it was, one of his favorite customers. Tommy put down his plate of food for his break opposite Yusuke and slid right in, not even thinking about it.

"Shit weather, right? Mind if I sit. Anyway, I brought extra bread."

A bribe to be tolerated as company.

It had all happened so suddenly. One moment he'd been stretched out on the Kaplan couch, letting Mrs. K talk at him the way he knew he had to so that he could get dinner with the family when he visited, and then he'd been in some old western diner or something. Tommy hadn't taken it well, but the kid there had been kind, tried to explain shit. Not that it'd made sense.

When finally he'd gotten fed up with everything Tommy had fled, right out into a wet world just after a storm. Annoyed he'd just let his feet do the guiding, and yeah, he'd found a city. Except.

"Fuck this place looks more in the past than Transia," he grumbled as he moved through the town square. And why the fuck were all these people looking at him like he was familiar.

"The absolute fuck is going on? I swear when I get back I'm giving B a piece of my mind for this shit."

Because of course it had to be his all powerful witch brother who was depressed that did this to him. What else made sense? At least it meant Billy was getting off his ass and using his powers again

Okay, so he'd figured some shit out. He was here, there was no going back unless the powers that be sent him back, and he was going to have to live with that. At least the him that was here before, the older him, had done something right in getting his life set up.

That didn't mean Tommy knew where the fuck that was, other than the clue of a gray key in the gray pouch at his side.

"Hey," he shouted as he burst through the doors of the gray residential building at full speed. "Anyone here? Someone tell me where the hell I live before I have to try every damn door in this place!"

He was losing patience fast. All he wanted to do was crash on a really comfy bed and sleep, was that so wrong?