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*Penny smiles at the boy and waves*

Hello Gavroche!

He grins and waves back. "Hi, Penny!"

How are you today?

"Good. You?"

That's very good to hear. I am quite good. Thank you for asking.

*she smiles*

He smiles back.

I haven't talked to you in a while, what have you been up to. Done anything exciting?

"London Below stuff. And I'm getting a pony."

A pony, really? Well, that's very neat.

"I've been helping Susan and Alain in the stables."

*she grins*

You help take care of the horses? That's very good of you.

"I like horses", he says solemnly.

I haven't been around many horses. Do you know how to ride?

"I've ridden a bit."

I've never ridden a horse before, is it fun?

He grins. "Yeah."

So, you'll have your very own pont that you can take care of and ride and stuff. That'll be good.

*she grins*

He beams. "Yeah."

I am very happy for you, Gavroche.

*she smiles at him*

Look at that little one, sitting there, remembering. What sweet, sweet memories.

Take a little something, leave a little something.

The fly rests on his shoulder, then flies on...

Gavroche drops his milkshake glass, which shatters on the floor.

A tinkling crash reaches Wolf's ears and he looks up.

Broken milkshake glass. Oh dear. Better go see if the boy's alright, and then clean it up.

"Gavroche? Are you alright?"

Gavroche... snarls at him.

"I can't remember. It's all gone."

Wolf... blinks. In suprise.

"What's gone? Your milkshake? We can get you another one, Gav." Ah, yes. Wolf and his annoying habit of giving people nicknames. That and of being clueless sometimes.

"No. My life. I can't remember..." The snarl's still there.

Blink. Again.

Wolf sort of... stares, for a moment.

"Well. Um. ...Did you get hit on the head? Did somebody do something to you?" He'd heard about amnesia, once. Where you get hit on the head and you can't remember things.

Gavroche drops off his barstool and squares up to Wolf, the rage building. "Nothing happened, it just... happened."

Looking down at the boy, Wolf's eyebrows go up. Gavroche is... angry? Hmm.

"Well, okay then, no need to have a fit about it, little Puffer. Maybe we can find somebody to help. You said Tom takes care of you, right?"

"Tom..." Gavroche growls, and has a fit of irrationality. "Did he do this? Because he wanted me to forget?"

Y'know, if Wolf keeps up with this blinking trend, his eyes are going to rebel, or something. And then what would he do?

"I don't think he would, because he doesn't sound like the type to do that, but I don't know."

The milkshake is starting to melt all over the floor and get runny.

"What do you say I go get a rag and a dustpan and we'll clean this mess up, okay?"

Gavroche snaps, "No. I don't want to. I want my memories back."

Wolf looks a little like a parent.

"Fine, you go do that. I'll clean this up."

"I don't know how!" He's shouting now.

Hey, that smarts. Wolf's ears are sensative.

"I can't tell you how to fix it, kiddo. I'm not a magic user." He's slightly perturbed. Angry boys are not his forte.

"I'll help you look for someone who can help you, but I need to clean this up first. So if you want me to help, you can just sit there for a few minutes."

"I'll do it myself", he snaps, moving towards the portrait.

Wolf watches Gavroche for a minute, then shrugs and goes off to get a rag and dustpan.

Gavroche storms through the painting, through the House of Arch, and into London Below.