tldr: A Japanese-American boy would be taken in by an affluent family in order to aid in his studies, and also to fill the lack of a son in their own house. He'd gradually drift apart from his biological parents. As an adult, he would become a private investigator with skills unparalleled. However, a strange and disorienting encounter that he still struggles to remember the details of would prove to continuously bear negative impacts on his life. Feeling caged-in, Dick decides to move operations to another city in order to feel rebuild his credibility, and feel normal again.

Because really, really, he was normal. No matter how many people suggested otherwise.

In short- Dick's career came to a crashing nosedive. He doesn't like to talk about it anymore. The time's he's tried to explain it over to others- both in a clinical and personal setting- have all failed. It's hard to reconcile how vicerally Dick felt in danger on the scene of some crime he'd been contracted by the local police station to cooperate with investations for; words, in all of his eloquence, often fell short. If Dick explained that he felt like there were eyes on him-- several-- or that there appeared to be something moving in the shadows- his plight would just get dismissed as symptoms of psychosis. Dick would ardently refuse to acknowledge the wounds on his own body as self-inflicted despite how many times the logic didn't add up for any other case or explanation; he was the detective, why couldn't he conjure up the evidence then? Because there wasn't any. Because he couldn't remember.

Needless to say, the Ramseys, while concerned in their old age, supported their son no matter what- even down to getting psychiatric help. It's only a shame that he refused to take medication or go through further screening, insisting that although the bizarre story and accustations he made in fact made no sense; no other reality was true. The amount of time he took off work to recover his nerves was short- but the news and his dwindling performance spread fast.

Knowing that his reputation was pretty much failing him and that his foster parents were not receptive to his odd perspective, Dick decides to shut down the office and move somewhere else for a change of speed. Preferably, somewhere where his crapped-up reputation didn't precede him. Preferably, somewhere where others believed in him as much as he stubbornly believed in himself.

It's only then when Dick starts to think about his biological parents, and really wonders where they are. Still in San Francisco? Were they in good health? ...Did they still miss him or think about him? They're only a stone's throw away from Tinsel Town- where his new office was situated- but he doesn't have the heart to go check.