Denver went to private schools growing up. Marc never guessed this. Thought he had come from some sort of broken home, working class maybe. The man was sleeping in a tent in the city after all.
It was only after they had driven all the way across the country he had learned that he was raised by a decently well off family; attended private schools and even went on fancy vacations once in awhile.
This made Marc Love reflect on his own upbringing. What was his family like? He had been amazed to realize he knew nothing about his family. He had no memory of his parents. No grandparents. Not even an image of where he was born. The earliest memory he had was the man in the expensive suit. The two of them shaking hands and agreeing to making Marc Love the
Blue Man
.
Love could never explain it, but he was sure that it was the man in the expensive suit who had wiped his memory. Otherwise why would he be the earliest memory he could trace back to?
Love had told nobody this. It was too crazy. His ex wife thought he had been an orphan. When she asked about where he went to school he made up a story. He spent time making up a story so that it had enough details. He'd memorize this story so he would keep the story consistent over time. he created a fake cast of characters he was friends with. And reasons why he could never introduce them to her.
Strange he thought while looking at the sky one last time. "Let's go see what the old guy's up to." he said to baka.