"Mister, oh please, mister." The child tugged at the end of his coat. "Mister!" Her cry pierced through the foggy night, forcing the man's eyes on her. "You said you would help. You said you could help."
His eyes lit up, the ancient look disappearing. "I can help! That's why I'm here, Amelia."
"But who are you?" She whispered, her fiery red hair flying into her face. "And how do you know me?"
The man shrugged, "a friend. But you mustn't tell your Raggedy Man, do you understand? This meeting is between us."
"How'd you know of him?" Amelia tugged at his coat again as he turned. His blonde head was facing away from her, ignoring her very existence. "Mister!"
"Will you stop calling me that, you annoying little human! You're puny, I'm large. I'm important; you're the Scottish girl with no parents!" He spun, his rage directed at Amelia. "They left you and you haven't got the slightest idea of why." A smile touched his thin lips as he took a step towards her.
She stepped back, his anger pushing her on her heels. "What should I call you, then?" Amelia asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
His smile became a smirk and he straightened himself, fixing his wrinkled sweater and slicking his pale hair back. "I have no name to you, just like that silly man." He knelt down to meet her level, his smirk staying intact. "But, little girl, you can call me the Master."