Well at least Genma was sure he was with Raidou. There was that same whiplash-inducing train of thought that he'd come to expect from the man. It had been a trait Raidou had always had, jumping from thought to thought like a child crossing a brook on stepping stones. It had just grown distinctly more pronounced since... Well since Genma woke up on Namoka and found Raidou a changed man.
"I..." Genma put a hand to his face, feeling the coarse whiskers on his lip and chin. "I didn't... I didn't think about shaving really. I just wanted to get back, and it took so long to find that place again."
He'd gone from the Crossroads to Konoha. He'd seen things there that made him curl up over his knees weeping. Like Raidou's and his own and all their friends' names chiseled into what remained of the Heroes' Stone, under the shelter of a badly weathered Hokage monument. On a grassy field with just a few dusty tracks and depressions where roads and buildings' foundations had once stood.
It had taken him two weeks to find the Crossroads again. If he hadn't had that knapsack, he would have starved.