[i]Elayra.[/i] This struck a chord in Ghent's mind, and his heart sped up as he realized why. The name was [i]familiar.[/i] Even though his memories were hopelessly fragmented, he wanted to put this name to a face from the past. 
During his childhood, Ghent had insisted that there had been a girl with him, though her identity had eluded him. 
Platinum hair...a doll-like face. Ghent starting to get an eerily familiar, yet haunting feeling that he knew the one standing before him. Had Elayra been around thirteen years younger, she could have been the child he remembered. To even consider the idea felt wrong, and Ghent shook his head slowly as if to push the thought away. [i]There was no way.[/i] Was there?

There was something cryptic about Elayra. The way she spoke was perhaps the strangest thing about her. Had Ghent not been so disturbed, he may have laughed; she spoke as if she truly believed William was some sort of mythical beast. 
Aside from that, Elayra's appearance was unusual, and the necklace she wore was unlike any Ghent had ever seen. While Ghent was no expert on jewelry, he was certain that pendants didn't usually glow in the dark. The glow caught William's attention, at least. The cat stopped his struggling and settled for staring at the pendant with wide, curious eyes.

Ghent was searching himself for a response when he took notice of Elayra's eyes shifting to someone else, and he followed suit. Realizing that they were not alone, Ghent frowned towards Drust, then looked to Elayra for her reaction to the stranger being there. Were these two together or were they being watched? Judging by Elayra's lack of response, Ghent concluded that she must have known the mystery man. 
This didn't feel right, and Ghent didn't fancy the idea of being mugged of what little cash he possessed. 
"Look, I'd stay and chat, but I have to go." Troubled, he turned to leave, but didn't get far.

[b][i]“Do you know anything of a place called Wonderland?”
[/i][/b]

Ghent stopped in his tracks. He fell dangerously quiet, then turned to face her.
"Who put you up to this? [i]Him?[/i]" Ghent was unnecessarily defensive, and he nodded towards Drust as he said so. The subject of Wonderland a touchy one; he'd faced years of ridicule and mockery from his peers.
Ghent hated the place, and he regretted how often his ridiculous imagination landed him in trouble. He was tired of theories, he was tired of trying to find the missing pieces, and he was tired of events triggering memories that he wasn't sure were real.
For reasons Ghent did not know, he'd been left in the woods, but he had learned to accept the fact. No more searching, no more Wonderland. "Joke's old, you know?"