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Horst has been here three days. It's been a busy, hectic, well-fed three days but he's more than ready to go home or find someone he knows. Or, failing that, make friends with someone so he can say he knows them.

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And someone he knows will brush right by him, only to stop and stare with a openly puzzled look on his face, as if he's trying to place him.

"Sorry, but I think- do we...?"

There's no graceful way to ask whether he should remember somebody.

Horst looks him over, caught with the same feeling.

"Business school? Class of 1888?"

"Born in 1900, so... most likely not."

He bites his lip, trying to remember. "But I know you."

Horst takes a long breath, preparing for the worst.

"From a circus?"

"... no. Vodka and pomegranates."

What the actual hell.

"Vodka. I don't drink much of that."

He rubs his jaw.

"I've been looking for a raven, though, and I know how mad that sounds. It appears we're in the same predicament."

"A Raven? Like a girl named Raven? In the city?"

"Yes!"

His eyes are wide, excited. That fact has been on the tip of his tongue for weeks.

"You know her! Because you're...also from the city."

"Yes! And also from here, apparently, but I'm still trying to figure everything out-"

But he's lighting up, putting things together. "I met Raven when I came back. Did we know each other there?"

Horst grins, those sharp canines gleaming.

"I tend to get around, so I would bet we did. Tell me about Raven, if you would?"

"From meeting with her I know that she's strong, level-headed and always seems to have things well in hand. She told me she was happy to have me back. She seems very serious, but I don't think that's all of her."

"She has something of mine." He frowns, absently rubbing his wrist. "I gave it to her. To tell her to wait for me."

"... what was it? If I can ask."

"My sister in law's bracelet."

Which is such a short explanation for such a complicated sentiment.

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