Down in the Undercity, a five year old girl was running away from her parents, giggling like crazy.

(A/N Her outfit.)

"Jamie! Slow down! Your mother can't run that fast!" her father called.

"Don't worry about me, dear. I'm not having our next baby for another couple of months," her mother told him, rubbing her pregnant belly.

Jamie looked behind her and stopped for a minute, panting. She was about to head back to them when she heard something fall to the ground. She went to investigate when she realized it wasn't something that fell; it was someone. A boy around eight or nine was struggling to get off the ground, his cane a ways from him. She immediately ran to the cane, picked it up, and started helping him up. Once on his feet, she handed him the cane before they locked eyes in a brief silence.

"Thank you," he told her, his accent showing.

"You're welcome," she said then commented, "You talk funny, but I like it."

The boy chuckled and responded, "I'm glad you do. May I know the name of my savior?"

"Jamie. What about the name of the boy I saved?" Jamie wondered.

"Viktor," he introduced, holding his hand out to her.

She shook his hand with a smile.

"Jamie! Where are you?!" her dad called, getting their attention.

They turned back to each other.

"I gotta go," she replied.

"I see," Viktor nodded then asked, "If you are back this way, would you like some company?"

"Uh, yeah. I wanna hear you talk funny more," Jamie answered matter of factly.

They both chuckled at that.

"Very well. I look forward to it," he said.

"Me too," she told him.

She then headed out, but not before locking eyes with Viktor, them both exchanging smiles. She then headed to her parents.

"Oh thank god. Where were you, Jamie?" her dad asked, hugging her.

"She's fine, honey," her mom insisted.

"Yeah. I'm fine...and...I made a new friend," Jamie replied, smiling at the memory of Viktor.

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A/N Jamie and Viktor met! Yay!