"Damn." Shinjiro focused on the time travel aspect - the most important part, it seemed, instead of Jails or whatever. How the hell was that possible? Did that mean - Shinjiro didn't think he was pushed forward. Iwatodai didn't look too different from what he remembered, after all. And if Zenkichi didn't know what the Dark Hour was, it shouldn't exist if they were in the future. Wait.

Shit. That meant that they did it. They got rid of it after all. Shinjiro felt a firm sense of pride and satisfaction from that. They must have gotten rid of the other full moon Shadows after he - (a memory niggled at him, trying to break through the fog of the illusion which trapped Shinjiro. Grief, anger, a carriage ride, talking to -)

Wolf's words yanked even harder on that veil of illusion around Shinjiro's mind. He scowled and shook his head. "What are you talking about? Dreamscape? I'd - none of this fucking makes sense. I died."

That part was fine. Being apparently alive now, the stupid outfit he's wearing, this guy from the future - "I'm dreaming?"