Seven plus years of history came flooding back to him in a matter of moments. When it was over, all Asher could think was that he really fucking hated this place. After that initial thought, all he can think about is Ray and the twins.

That ring - Ray's ring, he knew that now - just like Onyx, it had been in the apartment the day he'd arrived, but he hadn't paid it any mind. Not until tonight. He wasn't sure what made him give the thing a second glance today, but he did. A second glance, a slip onto his finger and he was slammed with some weird vertigo-like sensation that nearly knocked him clear off his feet. When it was over, he remembered everything. How things ended back home - for him, at least - and the past seven years on the island; he remembered all of it. His first day there, in the city, and how he acted towards Ray and the twins, too.

Once he thought it was all in there and that there wasn't anymore of the freaky picture show left to flash in his head, he'd tracked down the number in the directory and text Ray. He could have called, he probably should have called, but what the fuck would he have said? He just needed his address, he could figure out the rest on the way there. Or that had been the plan, anyway.

Standing just outside the door, now, he was still just as clueless as before. Was he supposed to apologize? That's not something he did often. Never mind the fact that he was just the innocent victim of circumstance in this instance.

With an agitated growl at the back of his throat, Asher finally knocked lightly. He didn't want to wake Daniel and Celia if they were asleep. Then again, Ray was probably less likely to hit him if they were awake.