[b]735 BC[/b]
Dan, or rather Abasi, was pulled out of his examination of his own hands and arms by a Master clearing his throat and motioning to Abasi to take his robes and he scratched his head in embarrassment. "My apologies," he said and approached the Master, taking his robes and equipment from the man. He met eyes with a man standing in the back of the room, his arms crossed and a disgusted look on his face as Abasi pulled the robe over his head and wrapped the Shemagh carefully around his head. Dan had never worn a Shemagh before but for Abasi it was common and he could do it without thinking about it.

Abasi leaned in close to the Master and whispered, "Who is that man there, and why is he glaring at me?"

The Master chuckled. "I thought you knew, that is Dakarai. He does not think you should be here because you were not born into the Order. Watch out for him, he has been assigned to accompany you as your teacher and he will most likely be harsh."

Abasi grunted and looked back at Dakarai who said nothing and simply glared until Abasi rejoined the group.

[b]2017[/b]
"Sir, you said to alert you if any other changes occurred and I've noticed some." One of the technicians said.

"What is it?"

"More memories are bleeding through, mostly personal memories but this Dan kid seems to have adopted his ancestor's muscle memory when it comes to wrapping a--" He looked at the screen, unable to recall the garment's name, "A shemagh."

David grunted and looked at the sleeping subjects and tapped his foot nervously. "Keep going, if anything else happens, page me. I need to make a call." He said before rushing off to the elevator and then into his office on the 100th floor. This was more complicated than he thought, corporate should know about it.