A day in the life of a Wolf.

You never realized how many roads and paths there are in all the realms until you've run run down them all, and that was exactly what Midori had done. Her search, which had been going on for weeks, had turned up nothing. Every town, city, and settlement she had searched, sometimes asking strangers what they knew, but mostly going among them unseen, knowing it would be easier and faster that way. By now she was starting to give up hope that Jessie had not played by the rules at all, that she had lied and James was somewhere she would never find or was something not entirely human. Hell, the woman could have him chained inside her closet.

Her running brought the goddess to the town Wolf was in; a small, seemingly out of the way place that she had not been aware of existing. Being the god of travelers, the road leading to such a settlement Midori had known about, but the actual destination had been a mystery. Seeing a group of fighters training, she watched them for a while before something about one of them, the teacher, caught her eye. Something about how he moved was vaguely familiar, and though he moved well with a sword, it didn't seem to fully move with his body. He treated it as a weapon, not an extension of his body. But then… the white haired man did a series of movements that were not meant for the type of sword he carried, and, he became momentarily hung up on his positioning; his footwork having been a half second slower than it should have been. It was exactly where James would mess up time and again when she taught him that very sword technique.

Changing her appearance to not seem so outlandish and godly, Midori equipped herself with her husband's shield and walked towards the group, making herself known. "Excuse me, I'm wondering if any of you would be so kind as to help me. I'm looking for someone. A man who would have appeared here or nearby not to long ago. He might have been confused or not have any memory of his past. Has anyone likes this recently come here?" she asked, but already guessing her answer.

Wolf? That was the name Jessie had chosen for him? It seemed that no matter what version Midori knew, Jessica Drew was not the most creative of people. But, what the man said did make the goddess pause and look at him oddly for a moment. Actually, a lot of what he said made her pause and look at him oddly. Firstly, the fact that this Wolf had shown up about a year ago. The amnesia and the half dead state he was in seemed typical of Jessie's humor, provide Midori with just a bit more torture, but James had only been missing for a few weeks. Yes, the cube could have warped time, making areas travel faster than others, but it was a dangerous move. Messing with time was never a smart thing to do. But what really shocked Midori was the news of James' impending marriage.

"Married to your daughter?" she repeated, not about to hide the shock on her face. "That would be a difficult thing to accomplish as this man is my husband. I have been looking everywhere, and I do mean everywhere, for him," she stated firmly. Having had her fill of talk with this man, Midori turned her attention to the one called Wolf, striding over to the white haired man. Up close, the changes were even more dramatic and obvious. He looked in age anywhere from being in his thirties to just starting to creep into his sixties. His face was hardened, with a scar marring the left side of his face. But his eyes… they were inhuman. Golden amber in color and slitted like a cat, the look he gave her was one of uncertainty. "James. James Rogers. Do you not know me? Don't say that bitch actually got the better of you. It's me. Midori." As she spoke, Midori approached him, hand reaching out to gently stroke his cheek, scratchy from the growth of beard stubble. "Please know me," she asked softly.