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[ And running down a hallway with a certain brown disco jacket which was way too big for him around him was a seven year old Allen Francis Doyle. His hair short and choppy much like his adult form, but it was lighter, closer to brown then the black he grew into. His blue eyes wide and excited and his forehead lacking a certain scar as he gained that closer to nine.

He's not usually allowed to be alone much less in such a huge place. Instead of looking for his mom he decided to explore. The coat was around him like a cape. He totally thought he was the COOLEST thing on the strange ship.]

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[Kevin blinks at the kid running down the hallway. He has no idea what a kid's doing here but he does look oddly familiar.]

Hey, kid.

[ He was a rather small and skinny kid, looking up at Kevin with wide blue eyes.]

Hey! I'm not a kid! I'm plenty grown up! [ And spoken in such a cute little brogue.]

[...]

No, you're definitely a kid. You're tiny.

[ Look, look at that cute pouyt.] Ma say's I'll be tall one day!

[ Mama lied.]

[Shrug.]

Yeah, of course. When you're older.

So whatcha doing?

Explorin', Ma never lets me out on my own. I figured while she's not here I'd see the world with me own eyes.

[ Proud little boy he spoke like. Puffing up his little chest. In doing so he had to reach up and retie the sleeves of the jacket around him in mock cape fashion.]

Best to avoid moms. They're nothing but trouble. There's an art room if you like that kind of thing.

Nah, that's dads. Their all a worthless lot. [ he spoke as if he was the WISEST child ever. But then he grinned a bit.] That could be fun! So what's your name?

[ Don't talk to strangers? Piiish he didn't care, he was curious.]

[He nods.] Dad's drink too much. And my real mom was good but... All the others are evil.

Kevin. What's yours? [Only because he doesn't want to have to call him hey you the rest of the time he's here.]

My da ran away before I was born, he didn't love me or Ma. [ The boy looked sad a moment, because really he was too young to grasp what he said but he seemed to fully understand what he said.] The other boys make fun o' me cause I don't have a da.

[ He looked up to him smiling awkwardly.] My name's Francis, and the only evil there is is the devil. The priest told me that before!

That's a stupid reason to make fun of you. My dad's dead. Like my real mom.

[He offers the kid a hand awkwardly.] Francis? [He shakes his head.] Weird name. And people can be evil, too.

Their all jerks. [ He spoke with a sad look before he took the hand and shook it rather awkwardly, trying too hard. Kids always try to hard.]

That's really sad. [ Oh look Kevin, tiny child hugs. Deal with it. That's a sad story! He looked up at him from where he hugged his legs.] It's not a weird name, I'm named after St. Francis.

So kick their asses. Then they'll leave you alone.

[Hugging? What is he supposed to do with hugging? No one hugs him. Not since his real mom died. Have a confused stare, Francis.] Who's St. Francis? [Religion -- yet another thing Kevin knows nothing about.]

Ma told me I'm not suppose to fight. Jesus didn't fight, so I'm not suppose to. [ He's a tiny catholic mama's boy.] She said she'd box me ears if she ever caught me tryin' to hit one o' them again.

[ Deal with it! Though he did back off after a moment. Shrugging some.] I don't remember, I still have a long time to memorize the saints. I've only just had me first communion last week.

[He'll just stare for a moment before leading the kid toward the art room.] Who's Jesus? First commu-what? What are saints, anyway?

[ He looked up at him a moment confused.]

You don't know who Jesus is! [ Sorry this kid's been brought up on relgion Kevin.] How in the world! Jesus is the son o' god, I learn 'bout him everyday in school! Ma would be very cross if she knew I was with someone who ddin't know who Jesus was.

You're not catholic? [ oh god this little boy now feels he has to save his new friends soul...]

Not really. I think my real mom used to talk about Him but I don't really remember. I haven't been to school since I was nine and my school didn't talk about Him.

No. I'm... I don't know. [He doesn't know anything about saving souls. Scratch that. He doesn't know anything about souls, period.]

[ Little Francis looked up to him with a bit of a sad look.]

Jesus is a good man, he died so we can all go to heaven when we die. We just have to be good and not sin to much.[ Child explaining relgion, this is going to be a train wreak] If your real good when you die you can go see the people you love. I bet your mommy's in heaven, just waiting for you to be good and come back to her.

[ little boy spoke matter of factly.] Jesus loves us all, thats why he died for us.

[Kevin just looks incredibly sad at that.] I'm afraid it's too late for me, then. I'm not good anymore.

[ A tiny hand reaches out to take Kevins looking up at him with hopeful eyes.] The preists say it's never too late to ask forgiveness.

And their pretty smart. [ LOOK AT THOSE HOPEFUL EYES!] Just don't be bad anymore and you'll see your mommy.

It is when the people you need to say sorry to are dead.

[He takes Francis' hand and holds it tight.] And I don't know how to not be bad. It's just what I am now.

That's what you pray for. [ A little head nod as he looked up at him with those wide eyes.] You have to ask forgiveness even if their gone. You pray and tell Jesus what you did and he'll forgive you. That's just how it works, a priest helps but if you don't know one just pray. Ma makes me pray four times a day.

[ He didn't take his hand back he just smiled up at him.] You can do it. If you were all that bad you wouldn't be taking me to color.

I don't know how to pray.

[The kid wouldn't say that if he knew what Kevin's done. And Kevin doesn't want him to know. It feels good to have someone think that about him even if he knows they're wrong.] I don't know how, Francis. I don't remember how to be good. I only know how to hurt people.

This is where Ma would box your ears and tell you to listen well. [ a little nod of his head as if this was the truest thing ever.]

It's not hard to pray you just hold your hands like this. [ He took his hands up into the stance and bowed his head.] And you close your eyes and talk in your head to Jesus and ask him to forgive you and tell him what you did. Then you say Amen and everything's okay!

Can we color now? [ He doesn't know how else to respond to Kevin's questions... he's seven.]

[And here is where Kevin makes a face.] Yvette used to like to hit me, too.

[He stares at Francis for a moment. It makes no sense to him.]

Sure. And there's paper mache, too. We can make volcanoes and shit. [Sorry about the language, Francis. He doesn't know any better.]

[ he grew up in Dublin with a drunk for an aunt and his mother who tried so hard to keep him on the straight and narrow out of fear he'd find out what he was and well do what he did. Fall apart and resent everyone. ]

Everyone's Ma hits them when they get outta line. It's just how it is. [ He'w as a kid in the late 70's... it was pretty normal then]

That sounds fun! Can we do that! [ Oh he's excited!]

Yvette did it for fun.

Yeah, sure, Francis. Come on!

Well she's mean. You're nice though.

[ ANd he's just gonna follow Kevin like a lost puppy.]

Um... Thanks, I guess.

[And he'll just lead him the rest of the way to the art room.]

[ The little boy followed closely. Looking up to Kevin he reached out to tug at his hand.]

It's really warm Kevin, can you help me with this I can't get it undone. [ He motioned to the knot holding his make shift disco coat cape around him.]

Yeah, sure, kid.

[He kneels and picks at the knot. The leather doesn't exactly make it easy. Finally, the knot comes undone.]

[ And as the leather feel the child's form changed... back to adulthood. ANd he looked confused as hell.]

What the hell...

[Doyle's not the only one. Kevin looks somewhere between confused and somewhat scared.]

How the hell did you...? Where's the kid? Francis?

[ Doyle looked at him confused looking down to his coat on the for. The same blue eyes, just less bright and full of childlike glee, more beaten down by life looked at Kevin like he was crazy when he spoke the name Francis.]

I don't know a Francis. [ He spoke as he reached down to snatch up his coat the moment he touched it. He was suddenly a child again holding onto the leather collar of the jacket smiling up at Kevin once more. Yep, the whole demeaner changed from adult to child.]

Thanks Kevin! It was getting too warm!

[Kevin stares at the kid, then the jacket, then Francis, then the jacket again.]

Yeah, whatever.

[He reaches for the edge of the jacket.]

Can I see that, Francis? Just for a minute?

[ Francis looks confused a moment but the second he let the coat go he became Doyle once more looking a bit confused at Kevin. WHat the hell?]

[Doyle's not the only one confused anymore. Just look at that scared nine year old. The boy looks around, his eyes wild.]

Mom? Mom?! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to.

[He looks up at the man and takes a step back.] H-have you seen my mom?

[ When the kid started to panic Doyle's natural reaction kicked in he kneeled down an put a hand on Kevin's shoulder despite the confusion. ]

Easy, boy. Easy. I ain't gonna hurt you, I don't know where your Ma is but just tell me whats goin' on and maybe we can sort this out? [ It wasn't unlike the barge to turn people too kids and considering he remembers being a kid but not how moments before he's certain it's Kevin.]

[Kevin backs away from the strange man. He shakes his head. He must be one of the Wardens Mom told him about. The ones that would kill him if they found him.]

I'm sorry! I didn't mean to burn the house. It was an accident! Please, don't kill me!

[ Doyle softens his tone, like he would when he was teaching years ago trying to keep a calm look despite the 'kill' and 'burn' being said. He shook his head a bit.]

I'm not here to kill you Kevin, I'm here to help. I know it was an accident, come here and we'll figure out what to do okay? [ He held a hand out to Kevin, idly wondering if maybe this was part of what seemed wrong with the boy.]

[Kevin steps closer cautiously, making sure he didn't let the strange man touch him.]

What about Mom?

I don't know kiddo, but we'll figure that out soon enough. [ He idly wondered who Kevin's warden was, after all last he knew it was Kon and well Kon's with Cassel now. He didn't exactly know who to call so it just meant he had to lapse back into old skills.]

First thing's first, why don't we take you an' get you somethin' to eat or somethin' an' you can tell me your story o' what happened.

Food? [He looks up hopefully at Doyle.] Candy?!

Don't tell Mom I'm here. I didn't mean to be bad.

I bet you we could swing some candy. I wont tell you mom that either.

[ he felt a bit bad leading the kid on but he knew he'd never see Kevin's mom.]

Come on this, this way. And I wont tell a thing, I just want to know what happened.

[He smiles, bouncing on his feet a little.] Yay!

[But he quickly turns sober when the man asks about what happened.]

Not supposed to talk about it.

Come on then, this way.

[ He spoke motioning for Kevin to follow as he stood.]

Its okay, if you don't want too. But if you want too I wont tell a soul.

[Kevin follows close behind but still doesn't let the man touch him. And he's still clutching the jacket like a security blanket.]

It was an accident. I didn't mean to. [See those puppy eyes?] I didn't know I could.

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