"Do you feel
better now?"
she asks, a familiar
sense of comfort
in her tone

He nods,
another slight
pain panging
in his chest

but it goes away

She smiles,
and pats his head softly

"Did something happen?"
she inquires, wanting
to know why this boy
was sitting alone in the
cold

"I...

I don't know. I guess
I just triggered something
in my head."

She pats his head
once more, offering
him comfort, to which
she succeeds at

"What are you
doing here?"
He asks this time

She thinks for a while,
and comes up with
a witty answer,

"Let's just say I kept my word."

"Your word?"

"Mmhmm.

I'll know where to find you."