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[center][h1][color=99CC00]Matthew Madigan[/color][/h1]
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[I]Location: Agrabah
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There was a tear in Maddie as Willow linked her arm in his. To one extent he felt comforted, as if she wouldn't let anything bad happen to him. Acting as a sort of anchor for him. On the other however, it made him feel more trapped within this nightmare of a party. He felt as if all eyes were on him, everyone talking and plotting against him. He closed his eyes to try and block it out and was suddenly hit with a flash of memories. They flooded in with such force, filling in the gaps of his life before the orphanage, before Maleficent. 

For a moment he staggered, placing one hand on his head as tried to reign in the feeling and what was happening. A singular memory stood out amongst the sea of others. His father was setting up a tea party, Chesire reading a book and telling fanciful stories of each land to him and Colby. It was strange to know they had met before. But perhaps that was why he felt so drawn to him when first they'd met in Kansas. More than just being from the same story, it was a familial tie that transcended worlds and memories and clung to their hearts. He gave Colby a dopey smile and wished he could kiss him on the spot. [Color=99CC00]"Turns out I have heard about this place."[/color] he said a bit shy.