[DARROW] January 31st

At first I thought it was Paul. Until I saw the child, of course, and I remembered that Darrow could play tricks like that. He was much more familiar than Luke had been with his blonde hair and tattooed face, but still himself. If that makes sense. Not much in Darrow did, after all.

Volunteering at the hospital, and even back in England, I really loved young children. It didn't matter that I couldn't have my own, that a long time ago I'd been told that I was so unique I couldn't procreate, there was something about how they didn't care what you looked like, where you came from, whether you were half or whole human, it didn't matter. They smiled and waved all the same and I envied that sort of innocence. That's why when I saw this man, not Paul, and his child at the grocery store, basket in my arms, I smiled. Waved. "Hello."