The taste of day old bread played around in Jayden´s mouth. With money tight since he arrived in Rome, he had to make due with what he could have. Luckily for the raven haired young man, the bakers of this city loved the business from tourists, no matter what they wanted. Jayden blended with the tourists quite well actually, there was something about him that cried ¨Lost and Confused American,¨as if there was a billboard above his head stating that fact.

Jayden ripped off another peice of bread, stale as it was, it was the only thing the young misfit had eaten since he crashed that party a few days ago. Dusty, worn jeans overlapped his sneakers as he looked down upon them, deep in introspection about the next course of action while he was here in Rome. The Vatican wasn´t far off, and prayer wasn´t out of the question right now. The lord right now was his only hope to discover why, out of the billions of people on earth, he was who he was. Placing the bagette in his lap, Jayden took a long look at his hand. To the naked eye it was just a normal looking human hand, but there was something else, underneath. He balled a fist, and continued to finish his meal.

What he did know, was that he needed to make a decision fast, or his trip to this ancient city would be in vain.