It was a matter of requesting confidential records once he had contacted the hospital in question. It was a bit of a stretch- many years back on a night of numerous cases, asking about one nameless girl with a head injury. Why had no one made a connection though? His sister had been a distinctive little girl and their family was really well known. Even if not in the best light at that instant. He was certain he told the authorities what happened. It only made sense that they would check in with the hospitals. That should have been the first thing they did. He wanted to have more trust in them but that was before their family’s name had been cleared.

So now here he was, nothing to do but wait for a call back.

Anatasia. The chances were so slim for her to show up now… after all these years. As far as his musing may have gotten it stopped there as something bumped into his leg. No sooner than he managed to get over his surprise the little dog had been scooped up. He shook his head. “I’m not…” He wasn’t sure he liked her reaction. It was really such a small thing. He started again “I’m not mad.” He smiled wanly. “I don’t mind. I would have extended my invite to him as well, had I known.”

Given her defense of posture he didn’t get any closer to the dog or the girl. “You know if you would like, we can take your dog down to the garden. Surely it’s preferable to… what do you say? Being coped up in your bag?” He recalled.