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Easter realized what she was doing with her hand and stared at it sadly. She wasn't her mother. She only knew the motions. The small boy's hand clasped onto hers and she looked into his sympathetic looking eyes.

The rumbles in her stomach caught up with her again. "I don't suppose you're hungry too, are you?" The boy blinked. "Is that a no? Or a yes?" Unbelting her chest pocket she pulled out two small balls of bread. Sighing inwardly she popped one into her mouth and handed another to the infant. She tried to savor the bit of food but it disolved far too quickly. "There isn't much else to eat. So we may have to head out...."

The child wasn't looking forward to having to carry the boy all around Kensington, but there didn't seem to be any other option. "Okay, you...." Easter's brow furrowed, she'd have to find something to call him. She couldn't remember what Igor had called him. Something with a 'B' wasn't it? Whatever it was she'd have to change it to something she'd remember.

Standing up, her arms tugged on the burnt bookshelf that had fallen over during the fire. Underneath it was a small strip of removeable wood. Reaching down into it Easter procured a dusty book. She blew all over it to clean it off and opened it up on her bed. Her favorite story was in the back of the book. The one that was all about the man with the zoo of astounding creatures from every corner of the world.

"'As he did every morning, Mr. Egan strolled amongst his large collection of birds. Some stood as tall as a house, while others were small enough that they could hardly be seen. Still there were those who's colors rivaled that of a rainbow.'" Easter looked into the eyes of the boy in front of her. "I've always loved the tale of Mr. Egan's Zoo. So, I think that's the perfect name for me to call you. But, not the 'Mr.' part." She wasn't sure what she'd get in response. A faint smile seemed to come to the boy's face and she smiled slightly back. "Egan it is."

Dr. Oddssen's frown deepened and he let out a strained sigh, "Perhaps the woman is batty... I've dealt with enough of them in my time." He said, somewhat bitterly as he slipped the card back into his pocket. The very tips of his fingers lingered on the pocket, before his blinked a thought away and returned his hand to his side.

"Whatever these cards are, and whoever that Fortune Teller is," The Doctor said, "I'm unsettled by the fact she gave us cards based upon ourselves and spoke of such hopeful things as destiny."

The Doctor was quiet, his eyes downcast as he thought it over in his head. Did his card match him? He didnt want to ponder that subject too long, for he feared he would find an answer he regretted. "A child and a key? Curious." He said, keeping his mind away from the Tarot cards for the moment. It was better to dwell on such things in privacy.

"I'll try not to draw attention to myself," he said, a bit of a sarcastic jest to his voice that he found hard to mask. Oddssen squared his shoulders and tried to look smaller and less noticeable, his eyes cast down at Larry's peculiar shoes.

Annie had been following the pair for some time, stopping now and again to make it seem as though she hadn't. It was hard going, what with a cane and all, but nevertheless, Annie was curious. It was plain that the girls were siblings, and as such...well, they looked intelligent enough. But in this time, and this place, it was unlikely that two sane people wouldn't have noticed what had gone wrong. Annie sighed and stared at the apple in her hand. It would be so easy to simply walk away with the fruit, but her bleeding heart was gushing in a most unseeming manner, and Annie had to oblige it.

She was disgusted with herself.

"I suppose it's just as well." She remarked as the couple came back into view. "I should just nick some food off of one of the carts on my way back." She hefted her bag over her shoulder and peered at the girls again. They seemed to be stopping. That was nice, it meant that Annie didn't have to go chasing them around with her crippled leg. She shook her head, taking the moment to admire her newly-purpled hair - she had dyed it the night before with some purple berries she found that morning, apparently they were poisonous and it was too bad about the cat, really - and waved the apple above her head. "Hello? You seem to have dropped this on your way out." There. That wasn't that bad. Hopefully she could get away before they tried to engage her in conversation.

The Doctor nodded, but couldn't quite get a word in before the door was answered. He lowered his hat, so the brim shaded his eyes and upper face sufficiently, and towered above the animated Larry as he spoke to Mrs. Burgenson.

"Do.. Doctor Severin Oddssen, miss." Sev said, a tad uncertainly. He didn't want to use a false name, nor did he want to use his true one, so he just said what came to his mind first. It happened to be his true name, perhaps he could leave off the Doctor at other times?

The Doctor shuffled his feet awkwardly, unconcsciously biting his lower lip hard to try and control his peculiar quirks. As a result, he couldn't speak as he feared letting himself do so, he wanted to appear normal in the presence of others, and he was finding it increaisngly difficult to do so.

Severin blinked at the woman, and tried to ignore the pointed stares she kept giving him. When she mentioned 'roughing up' the man they were looking for, he coughed awkwardly, but kept his silence until she had closed to door.

"Yes... That would be the mother of the younger voice," Sev said, frowning a little and glancing over to Larry. "Interesting how eager she was to reveal the man's whereabouts."

"I.. would have to agree, that mother didn't seem all to pleasant herself." The Doctor said, a bit of humor seeping into his soft voice. At the question of time, he glanced up to the sun, but couldn't quite find it through the clouds and soft drizzle that still came down. [i/]"I'm not sure of the time, quite sorry."

Dr. Severin stretched, his shoulders and neck aching him from spending the entire morning trying to appear smaller than he truly was. At his full height he stodd at an impressive six feet and seven inches, the tallest of his entire family. "Do you have somewhere you need to be? I am quite sure I should be heading off, soon myself." He said, his mind wandering to the dg on the slab in his warehouse and the readied knives eager to work.

Severin clasped Larry's hand and shook it, and hint of a grin twitching at his lips. His head tilted to the side and he pursed his lips in thought, "I must admit, both you and the case both intrigue me." He said honestly, the purse of his lips fading into a smile smoothly. "It would be enjoyable to meet again, perhaps discuss the outcome of the case."

The Doctor returned his hand to his side, and was reminded of the cards. "We also need to find out a little more of these peculiar cards that woman is passing out.." He frowned a bit. "where shall we meet again?"