Yuya circles around to the other side of the table and peers down at the wood. When Strange speaks again he looks up and nods. "Yeah, it's--"

Wait... what are his parents names? His focus goes vacant as he tries to recall. He can't believe he would ever forget something like that, but when he tries to remember them it just--it's fuzzy faces and blank words. But he was five when he left, he couldn't have forgotten.

"It's, uh, they're--" He presses the palm of his hand to his face and screws his eyes shut in concentration. "It's... Yusho, and--Yoko? Sakaki, that's my--our last name." He glances back up, but his expression isn't entirely confident. Those names are right but... then they're not right? They feel mismatched, like they belong to something else so. So familiar.

But there's nothing to find on Yoko and Yusho Sakaki in Portland.