On the streets; New London, Britannia:
Luc (to Poppy): Excuse me, ma'am. But is there something I can help you with? I couldn't help notice you've been following me since I left the house. Are you lost? This isn't really a neighborhood you want to be lost in. Trust me.
Poppy (to Luc): Heehee. That's very sweet of you, but I'm fairly certain I can take care of myself, honey... You work for Maladori, right?
Luc (to Poppy): ... In a manner of speaking, I suppose you could say that. She doesn't like me so if you want to stab me to send a message it likely won't work.
Poppy (to Luc): Heehee. I have no plans to stab you, honey. I just wanted to get a good look at you, that's all.
Luc (to Poppy): Oh? ... While you're a gorgeous woman & I am quite flattered. I really must decline. How do I put this delicately? Um, you're a little too old for me, for one & secondly, I have a lovely young lady waiting for me at the corner cafe.
Poppy (to Luc): HAHAHA! I am most definitely not flirting with you, honey. This isn't Oedipus... Didn't mean to interrupt your date. Ta-ta!
Luc (to Poppy): WHAT!?! Wait... ... Well, that was just odd. Oedipus? What on earth did she mean-- Damn! That was Poppy. Fuck.
A couple hours later, at the Maladori residence; New London, Britannia:
Professor Maladori (to Carver): FOR GOD'S SAKE! It's not a difficult concept to grasp. Put your revolting little paws on the keys, and type out your responses. Now, Mr. Carver. Did you experience any memory loss, or do you find it difficult to think in that form?
Carver (to Professor Maladori): ...no professor...not that we noticed miss...we were never good with memories ma.am...
Professor Maladori (to Carver): Have you noticed any, and I realize the painful irony in asking this of such a woefully broken creature as yourself, personality shifts. Have you experienced any of which you're aware?
Carver (to Professor Maladori): ...we don.t understand the question ma.am...
Professor Maladori: Mmm... Well, it isn't something I would choose, but it may have it's advantages. Necessity is the bitch of all invention, and all that... (to Carver) No. I don't expect you would. Very good, Mr Carver. That is all. Go and find Starling. Keep yourselves amused until I need you.
Several hours, at the Longfellow bunker, The Tombs: New London, Britannia:
Vincent (to Victor): Victor? What are you doing in here, kiddo?
Victor (to Vincent): Dad! ... I'm not doing anything, really. Just checking in on Lucas, I suppose.
Vincent (to Victor): ... I know you're worried, hun. We all are, but relax a little bit, OK? ... Have you been sleeping?
Victor (to Vincent): ... I'm alright. I'm just...
Vincent (to Victor): Victor, sweetie... I know you're used to taking care of yourself, but you're part of a team now, a damn good one. And none of us are going to let anything happen to your baby brother. You can relax a bit. You can trust us. I promise.
Victor (to Vincent): I know. It's just... I just got you back! I couldn't bear it if--
Vincent (to Victor): I know, hun. Come here, Little Man. Hee hee. Don't make a face. You're not so grownup you can't get hugged.
