"No, mistake just means accident," Asher tells the boy, glancing around. "And I think you need a vagina and at least a brief history with a man before you can get away with claiming you've had their child." In this instance, all this guy had was a whole lot of crazy.

Before that lunacy has a chance to catch, Asher turns on his heels and moves away. There's an information booth according to the otherwise useless information on the wall. If he threatens the right person for the right period of time, he's sure to find some answers.

"Asher!" Ray calls after him, wrangling Celia's hand from under her armpit and taking a tight grip as he all but drags her along to keep up. Sure, sometimes Ray loves to pretend he doesn't have any step-parental responsibilities but he doesn't think that luxury extends to the biological parents as well. Until they spot Del, that only leaves Asher. "Where the hell are you going? You wanna be a jackass, pick your moments better, will ya?"

He stops in his tracks instantly, brow creased and eyes narrow as he turns to once again face the man. "How the fuck do you know my name?" he demands, tongue pressing to the back of a fang. Maybe he was the right person all along. It was too bad about the extra baggage.

As soon as the question is out, Ray knows. He's been there himself, without memory or understanding, but he doesn't remember choosing such an inconvenient time to forget everything.

"Are you kidding me?" He asks, tipping his head back with a groan. When imploring the Heavens doesn't have the desired effect, he lets out an aggravated growl at the back of his throat. "This place is unbelievable." Moving closer, he looks Asher dead in the eye, holding his gaze in an attempt to convince him of his next words. "Your name is Asher Talos. You have amnesia. Too bad you didn't forget how to be a jerk and stop swearing in front of your kids, for God's sake."

"I know my name. The question was how do you," he repeats, patience that's already spread too thinly at the risk of drying out completely. "I don't have amnesia. I know who I am, I just don't know how I got here."

He isn't even going to acknowledge the comment about the children. There's no point in it.

"Magic?" Ray offers unhelpfully, giving Asher a sheepish look. "Listen, you and me, we got history. Must be, what, nearly five years since we met. Ten minutes ago we were all, all four of us, on a tropical island in the middle of--know what, that's not important."

Taking another step forward, he awkwardly offers out his left hand, trying to hold up Daniel at the same time. "I'm Ray." He feels like he's taking a pin to the bottom of Asher's foot right now but he has to try. The sooner the spell ends, the better, and if true love - or whatever - can break it, bring it on. So with a deep breath and a still-steady gaze, he adds: "Your eyes are blue."

"Like fuck we were. Unless the Iraqi desert is your idea of a tropical island getaway for you and the family, I definitely wasn't part of your travel party." But by the sounds of it, this guy does seem like he's as lost as Asher is.

He looks down at the offered hand, brow arched and face screwed up in disgust. "Crazy and colorblind. It's been fun."

Information booth it is, then, because Ray is officially useless.

Given the island's chaotic temperament, sometimes it's hard to remember last week, let alone two years ago, but Ray still racks his brain for anything useful from when the shoe was on the other foot.

All he really recalls is Asher complaining about the mess.

"Wait, wait, wait," Ray insists, reluctantly figuring he's going to have to make it up as he goes along. "I know your sister, Danica. She's bound to be around here somewhere."

The only reason Ray is spared any kind of physical attack is down to the pair of parasites he has with him, but Asher's not sure how long that will hold true if the other man keeps talking.

"If that's the case, I'll find her," he says through clenched teeth, turning to go once again. If Ray has any kind of common sense, he'll stay put.

Ray does stay put but his voice travels far.

"Asher. Asher! You can't just leave me here with..." Holding Celia back is like trying to keep a rottweiler on a leash, so eager she is to follow her father. He can hear Daniel reciting the alphabet to himself, though there's concern visibly etched in his face when Ray looks at him, like he knows something Ray doesn't.

"Penthouse suite for three then," he sighs, right before it feels like his arm gets yanked from its shoulder socket. Like father, like daughter.