"Hey, I didn't come up with it. I just got it off the old man after... after he got killed." Owen shrugs, slightly glum.

"My dad... he and I met when he was pretty much at the bottom of the barrel, so far as bad guys go. We met up and... he just wanted to spend some time with me. Taught me some stuff about throwing. It was nice." He rubbed the back of his head. "Then.. he took on a contract job, trying to turn things around for himself, for both of us. Got killed, along with the guy he was after."

He clears his throat. "Okay, from what I know, he got chucked into the future at some point, and hooked up with my mom. I'm not clear on the full details, but I got put up for adoption back in regular time."