Jekyll strolled alone through the Junkyard. He wonder what the town was called before it got that nickname? The guy didn't remember those times. He hummed softly to himself as the light raindrops tapped his long nose and stuck little dewdrops in his hair. Jekyll's mind was swarming like a bee with a lot of thoughts that would not give him any rest.

Again Hyde impersonated him...it had happened many times before, but it hurt Jekyll like the first time. Why did his own brother hate him so much? Why? Where is this very starting point where this path began? How could this have been avoided?

The young man shook his head and shoved his hands deeper into his pockets. He wished he could rewind time...People were looking away from him. It was impossible to tell the difference between Jekyll and Hyde. Same face, same voice, but completely opposite personalities.

It was hard to admit, the young man chased the intrusive thought as far away as he could, but he hated Hyde. True feelings are hard to get rid of, and they'll keep on pushing until you recognize them as true.

Jekyll sighed and touched the forget-me-not hairpin with his hand. For some reason it soothed him. Such thin fabric with realistic relief...he must be like a forget-me-not himself. A little blue flower, inconspicuous yet colorful. So what was he forgetting?

Suddenly Jekyll bumped into someone. He opened his eyes sharply and instinctively raised his hands, nervously waving them in the air and apologizing.

I apologize! I didn't mean to! I was just daydreaming...are you all right?