"Nah. Ain't nothing more than that." Actually, Leonard believed that it was more, but he didn't need to put that idea into Hart's head. He was already looking entirely too thoughtful, not that that was anything new. But at least he didn't say anything now, which might be bad or good. "No idea what's going through your mind, Hart, but I'm telling you. This happens. Your parents aren't helped by you falling for conspiracy theories some street kid's telling you about."

"His names's Cisco." Hart just muttered the words, holding the bag of cookies as he stared out the window. How could he find that boy again?