Oh. Oh, wow. That was him and his mom and, wow. He smiled at the image, happy and desperately sad at the same time, and wished it was real.
"I didn't remember here, not until I came back. Kinda weird, right? But I don't remember a lot of stuff, so I guess I should be used to it," Dan admitted, and hoped he could keep some of the memories. He had a family here, after all. The notion of multiple versions of him was bizarre, though, sounding more like something he'd come out with when he'd managed to score some decent weed. Was there any here? Huh, something to consider.
"Fun granddad, huh? That's pretty cool," he said, "thanks. For, uh, for making sure of it." Then he checked his cigarette and fumbled a new one out of the packet. The new one was lit from the old one, and the old one got stubbed out on the saucer in front of him.