Jake Randolph: Origins Pt. 52

I was really groggy and confused. I kept waking up in a hospital bed. I was having trouble distinguishing what was past and present. I had to force myself to recall that I was in fact in 1962 and my mind was slipping back to 1945. But it wasn't nostalgia.

My brain was looking for clues. The case I was working on in the present was tied to my very first case. The man that shot me in 1962 also shot me in 1945. Fusing the past and the present was the only way I was going to solve this..