Note: Mostly inspired by TRDowden1's "Time In A Bottle," and shared the idea. TRDowden1 was kind enough be the co-author of this story! So let's hear it for the amazing TRDowden1! Thank you so much!

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Songs of Innocence and Experience

Ch.1: There had to be a Trouble Today

"Children of the future Age,
Reading this indignant page:
Know that in a former time,
Love! sweet Love! was thought a crime."

William Blake: "A Little Girl Lost," from Songs of Experience

So far there were no reports of Troubles today, so Duke seized this opportunity to take a walk in the park with Jennifer. It was a nice day for a walk. The sun was shining and there was a nice breeze. Duke smiled at Jennifer as they walked; she was wearing the skirt which Duke thought looked great on her.

"What are you smiling about?" Jennifer asked, seeing the big grin on Duke's face as she curled her fingers around his hand.

"Just happy," Duke responded as they walked alongside the playground area of the park. They saw a family cleaning up after a birthday party for their child. Jennifer stopped and smiled. "What?"

"It reminds me of my 6th birthday," Jennifer said, still smiling. "It was in a park, surrounded by flowers. I wore my favorite ribbon. The zoo was nearby, so we visited the petting zoo . . . it was wonderful."

"I bet you were great at Poohsticks," Duke whispered to her, making Jennifer smile more.

"It would be nice to have a birthday party at the park again," Jennifer said and noticed Duke's disappointed face. "What's wrong?"

"Well . . . I already have your party planned," Duke said.

"Really? What?"

"We go out to sea, ice cream, cake, imported wine, great music, you and me."

"Just the two of us?"

"Trust me, it's way easier playing 'Spin the Bottle' with two people," Duke said, wrapping his arms around her. Jennifer laughed and they kissed. Duke then noticed Jennifer staring at something behind him. "What is it?"

Jennifer noticed something gleaming dangling from a nearby tree, and breaking away from Duke, she drew closer to it.

"What do you see?" Duke questioned.

"It's a locket," Jennifer said, taking it down from the branch. "Someone must have snagged it on the branch." She looked around the park, to see if she noticed anyone looking as though they were searching for something, but found nothing.

The two inspected it a little closer. It was old; very old, Duke noted, taking in the quality of the silver and the style of workmanship. He opened it, revealing words written inside, along with a miniature portrait of a young girl and boy that had been rendered in ivory.

"It's beautiful!" Jennifer said. She squinted closer, trying to read the engraving concealed within the locket.

"'Mundo per oculos pueri videre,'" Jennifer read aloud, stumbling over the Latin engraving. "What does it mean?"

Duke thought through it for a few moments. "Mundo means world, oculos is eyes, or see," he explained. "So basically, it translates: 'To see the world through the eyes of a child'."

"Strange inscription," Jennifer muttered.

"Maybe the person who had this made wanted to remember what it was like to be a kid," Duke told her.

"Is it valuable, do you think?" she asked.

"Yes, it is. Whoever lost it must be missing it," Duke replied. "We'll take it to Nate and Audrey. Maybe someone's reported it lost."

Jennifer studied the picture a little closer. The girl in the portrait was about ten, the boy was younger, perhaps only five. It was a strange find, and she glanced at the words once more before she closed it.

"'Mundo per oculos pueri videre,'" she read once more, and then suddenly the world seemed to shift its perspective.

"I feel weird," she got out, and then turned her gaze back toward Duke, and gasped.

Duke wasn't standing there. Instead, there was a young boy, maybe around 10, with short dark brown hair that curled up a little at the ends and dark brown eyes, staring at her in shock. He was wearing clothes way too big for him. In fact, they were the same clothes Duke was wearing . . .

"Duke?" Jennifer asked, then covered her mouth, hearing how . . . young she sounded.

The boy, no, Duke, just nodded. Jennifer looked down to see her clothes hanging loosely off her very small body. She was so small now, her skirt had fallen off.

"Ep!" she screamed, trying to pull her skirt back up around her, dropping the locket.

Duke felt useless and he hated feeling useless. He began to think what could have happened to them. Okay, obviously this is a Trouble, but it couldn't be Robbie Taylor's; it only worked on one person at a time. Maybe it was a relative of Robbie's . . .

He then thought he saw something move behind the tree and adults laughing. Duke cautiously peered around the tree, seeing that the laughter came from a group of adults who were having a barbecue.

He turned back to Jennifer. She looked to be no more than five years old. He bent down, taking the locket in his hands, and he draped it around her neck for safekeeping.

"We have to go find Nathan and Audrey," he said, surprised that even though he was a kid, he could remember his friends. "And maybe find some clothes that fit us."

"Duke, I'm scared," Jennifer whimpered.

"Makes you feel any better, I am too," he answered. He took Jennifer's hand in his and hurried her towards Haven PD.

He trooped inside, and was stopped by Stan.

"Hey, guys, where you going?" he asked.

"Stan, we need to see Audrey," Duke said.

"It's Officer Stan," Stan pointed out politely. "And why do you want to see Detective Parker? She's very busy."

"Please, Officer Stan," Duke blurted, realizing that Stan didn't know him when he was a kid, so he wouldn't recognize him now. "It's very important that we see her and Na-Detective Wuornos," he finished.

"Is it something I can help you with?" Stan asked, concerned. He wondered who would let two small children run around town in clothing that was far too large for them, and he began to wonder if he needed to contact CPS.

Just then, Nathan came out into the hallway.

"Nathan!" Duke burst out, and Nathan turned his head, taking in the two children talking with Stan. He made to turn away, but...there was something vaguely familiar about the boy, and he studied him a little closer.

The boy stood there looking at him, his dark brown eyes fixed on Nathan's, his expression determined.

"No, it can't be," Nathan thought. "Duke, is that you?"

The boy saw recognition in Nathan's expression, and he nodded at him.

"Uh, Stan," Nathan spoke hastily. "I got this."