"I took Oz and Elliot last year," he answers, voice as solemn as he can make it. A year had seen a lot of people come and go, but the only constant was that he was still here. He's tried to pretend as though it means something...that he's prepared for when his young master finally arrives again, but in the meanwhile he's only found himself seeking usefulness in other places.

But then, Oz would probably tell him that this was okay, too.

"I think Vincent and I went to a fair when we were young. It's hard to remember exactly..."