This entire business of memory problems and troublesome interludes was not going to keep Robert down. He'd done some fine work today, some fine work! He came home wearing his brand new tech apron, fresh from having completed really fancy technical techy tech stuff, and he'd stopped before returning to the Dusk just so he could buy his beloved wife a giant bouquet of Nightshade and a whole slew of flowers that would wither and die spectacularly in their home. He also stopped at a store and bought two three two three five big, fluffy teddy bears. His children were going to have so much fun dissecting them for their fluff!

He flew into the open door of their house, landed quietly, and began throwing the teddy bears like footballs. "COME OUT AND GET YOUR PRESENTS, I BROUGHT FLUFFOS!" He screamed, holding back on two of the bears so he could throw them directly at the children when they actually arrived.

His head turned to listen. Silence.

It turned again. Memory.

The bears fell from his hands, discarded and forgotten. The flowers that had been tucked under his arm slipped free of his hold and of the paper keeping them together. They scattered on the ground messily. He didn't care.

Because he remembered.

"Mimsy." He whispered, his voice suddenly hoarse. Hah, horse, he thought, looking down at himself. The nudity wasn't even the surprise. It was the weight of wings on his back that really made his throat close up. Horsemen. They were horsemen. They were horsemen with children.

"Mimsy." He whispered again, this time for desperately. Where was she? Where was his wife?

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