In theory, Jayson Eliott, a resident of the small city of Westwood, should not exist. He should be neither alive nor dead because his father slipped between reality and never lived. Jay can only guess what happened to his dad; maybe someone tried time travel on for size and messed with the wrong thing in the future. Or maybe, much like him, his dad was an anomaly, a glitch in the grand scheme of things that shouldn't have caused much trouble. Yet one glitch left behind another, one far less ignorable, a living, breathing child. Who could tap into why he should not exist, time and its flow and ticks. As well as see the imperfections in reality and through the fog that. The same fog that hid the bizarre caused very few people to notice how things seemed to bend around Jay.

How the blond was in one place than a moment gone. Or how sometimes a picture in an old newspaper they find in their grandmom's keepsake box looks uncannily like their classmate. All of it simply leaves the impression that something odd was being confronted, but why bother with it? Even If Jay disappeared in front of a crowd, all they would be left with was a vague thought of someone standing on the stage, and that thought would quickly be replaced as they stood to leave, believing the show was over, whatever that show had been. This left Jay in a gray area, was he real or a simple glitch? Though you might find Jay had the unique ability to thrive in this gray area. If people forget you when they stop thinking about you for a moment, then why try to act normal? Why couldn’t he skip over the Paris for crepes? Or give an artist slowly losing himself a bit of company? No one could stop him, well, except one obstacle. Caleb Eliot.

Caleb was the brother everyone wanted. He took in his younger brother when everyone else turned their back and, in doing so, never got to live his dream of becoming a doctor. Yet he smiled and always gave Jay the kindness a parent should have offered. Jay loved him dearly, except when the other blond debated with him over his adventures. He was the only one who ever cared about his safety; others, if they did notice him, usually say something like, ‘you're a monster! ‘A demon!’ Jay yet again took this in stride. They usually backed off, or he got out of their way, but once awhile, they called upon their god and ran at him.

On the other hand, when Caleb noticed him in out-date clothes or acting strange, he always asked if everything was okay. No one else was like that except Nick, but Jay was almost sure the guy couldn’t hate a serial killer. They had been friends since middle school, and anyone who spends that much time around him begins to see the cracks; he never freaked, though. Though his bizarre ideas of going back and begging Shakespeare to let them act for him or how he insists Jay’s power needs to be more flashy. Either way, all Jay cared for was in the town of Westwood; sure, there were others in faraway places and times. However, they were either dead, like him, or yet to be born. Caleb and Nick were the only‘normal’ people he had in his corner. When someone noticed him, he scampered off, or they ran off screaming, so he had no reason to try to play some part as an average person. Then a knock came on his door