"Oh." He probably should have seen that coming and it was also the moment Hart broke down and started crying. It was like a glimmer of hope leaving and reality sunk in. His parents were dead. He clung to Leonard and Leonard ran his hand down his back, which was so strange he couldn't even compute.

"Have you talked to the officers yet, Hart?"

When he shook his head, Leonard muttered something about incompetent idiots and stood up, looking around. Finally one of the detectives acknowledged their existence and then there they were, Hart answering question with the unsettling seriousness the boy so often displayed, before calmly thanking the detective and asking to be kept informed.

"Thank you, Leonard. I'd like to go home now."

"Whatever you say, sir. Come on, Mick's in the car."

"Mr. Rory?"

"Whatever." Leonard kept a hand on his shoulder as he led him past the policemen to the car. They were lucky the press wasn't here yet. He looked around to make sure nobody was following them before letting Hart into the car and, after a moment more, climbing in next to him. "You told the cops the truth, Hart?"

"Of course, why wouldn't I?"

"What do I know? Didn't expect to walk in on you making friends with some little punk, did I?"

"His name is Cisco."