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Prologue
Scipio woke up and got out of bed. For some reason the ground looked closer than he remembered. And his clothes weren't fitting properly. These clothes are brand new, for heaven's sake, he thought. He ran to the mirror Victor used to adjust his disguises.
He saw a face in the mirror he hadn't seen for a long time. It was his face, of course, but it was the face he would have had if he'd never went on that merry-go-round a year before.
Then Scipio realized Victor was watching him from the door-way. He too looked lost for words.
Victor called Ida and told her that Scipio was a kid again, and Ida, Victor, Prosper, Hornet, Mosca and Riccio all told him how sorry they were. Only Bo was honest enough to tell him that he was glad to see his old face again.
Part of Scipio was glad he was fourteen again, too. Sure he'd have to hide from his father, and he didn't have all the privileges of an adult, but there was one person he missed from his old life.
Someone he shouldn't have left behind.