The grass stretched out in front of him, chest high, and waving in the hot breeze, it's blue fronded ends looked delicate and soft, but where they brushed bare skin they were rough, and left seeds and pollen the color of tropical water stuck to his skin and clothing.

It was properly called "Lions Mane" or "Seeking Grass", but more often than not people called it 'Stealing Grass'. It was pretty enough, and those that could afford it sometimes actually encouraged it to grow in their gardens, as a sign that they could afford to waste the water it took for them to grow and turn the decorative blue. It was an indicator for water, but it was a thirsty one, and the thick tuber roots it grew deep in the sands were both hard to reach, and tasted like old candle, making them at best an food of last resort.

Still, he thought they were an attractive plant, and their presence a mile out from the city was promising. Somewhere in this dipping sea of blue there was a reserve of water, and the Seeking Grass had found it. By tomorrow there would be workers out, digging patiently and slowly in the heat to find it before the grass drank it all, and made it hard work to retrieve the water from their roots.

He took a step forward, reaching out to let his hand drift over the tops of the grass, which was chest high, starting back toward the city, which shimmered in the distance like a colorful mirage, it's blue titled walls rising against the nearly white sky.

His hand touched air, and he blinked, stumbling on a dune. The grass he'd been reaching for was gone, for how long he couldn't have said, but clearly long enough that there was no trace of it. He doubted he'd have found so much as a shriveled root below the sand, no matter how far down he dug.

Ahead of him, he could still see the city walls, but their bright blue tiles were faded, and strips of them seemed to be gone, the wind ripping the stones down to dusty browns and golds, streaked with blue where the wind had not been able to reach so easily. Even from here he could feel in his gut, the place was as empty as the stretch of sand in front of him. No pennants waved, there wasn't even a hint of city smells on the dry air, and the gates, he could just make them out, they were so large, stood half open.

"What happened here?" He asked, out loud, but the soft steady wind carried his question away without answering it, and he blinked against the rough sand against his skin.

He headed toward the city, licking his lips futilely, and wishing he'd brought water with him, but when he'd dialed in on the Senshi-phone... he hadn't been expecting this. Any of it.

...And yet it seemed... painfully familiar, like the grass.

"...This is crazy." He hadn't really been able to believe it when he'd heard about it... but here he was. 'Home'. Regulus's home planet, trapped between two suns.

"This is like freaking Tatooine." He added. Maybe he should have tried to bring someone with him. Then they could at least tell him if he was crazy, since he was walking around on a planet with -two suns-. Regulus was two stars... he remembered reading that. They orbited each other, making Regulus one of the brightest stars in the night sky.

"...I want a lightsabre." He complained, just to break up the silence. It was uncomfortable, being trapped between his own thoughts and a dead city.

He kept walking toward the city, though he found himself walking more slowly as he went. Two suns... did this place ever see night? He suspected the answer was no, and wondered what it would have been like.

He was disconcertingly sure that the vision of the Seeking Grass and the City had been real, and wondered if that... other person had ever seen a dark night sky in their life, and what they would have thought. He was hesitant to call it a memory, or at least 'his' memory. It felt too... weird. Especially after he and Tallulah had discussed the idea of past lives before. It had always seemed like one of those things for people who called crack pot psychics.

"What the hell am I supposed to think about this?" He yelled at the sky, but the orbiting stars of Regulus still had no answers for him.

"Screw this." He snarled, anxious, and not wanting to face the empty city. Not today. "Screw this. I don't have time for this."

He punched the button on his phone, and fled back to Earth.