"Mama ish it here yet? The train?" The snowy haired five year old asked impatiently. The similar looking woman he had addressed looked at him over her newspaper then glanced at the gold watch on her slim wrist "not for a while yet."

Her voice held no warmth towards her son, she answered his question as one would a stranger. Soul sighed and hopped back into the seat next to his mother. She was reading the paper again, something about his brother Wes. Soul sighed again and watched the people in the train station hurry about. He started idly swinging his legs. They didn't touch the ground when he sat in these tall seats, it's what he loved most about the train station. The next best thing was the people. Soul never quite knew what kind of person he would see next. Soul continued kicking his feet as he watched a girl about his age climb into the seat across from him. She was join shortly by a tall red haired man. The girl smiles at Soul and he smiled back, flashing teeth. The girls eyes widened when she saw his shark like teeth. She was probably afraid. Soul looked down at his lap and kept swinging his legs. When he looked up again she was gone. He had scared her away, he was sure of it, but then a chiming voice came from his right.

"Are your teeth sharp?" Soul looked up and saw the girl from before.

"Yeah," Soul answered "they're a little sharp." The girl was staring at his mouth.

"Can I touch them?"

Before Soul could answer tiny fingers were probing his mouth, feeling his teeth.

"Ouch!" The girl pulled her hand back fast looking at the blood welling on her fingertip.

"Shorry" Soul said quickly, hoping the girl didn't hate him for it, but not sure why it mattered.

The girl was looking at him again, the pain of her finger forgotten.

"Why do you talk like that?"

Soul blushed lightly and dipped his head "mama callsh it a lishp" the girl cocked her head to the side .

"A lishp?" She said mimicking his way of saying it. Soul fought against his teeth the best he could and managed to fix his lisp to correct her misunderstanding.

"lisp" he said.

"lisp" she repeated and he nodded.

The girl started swinging her legs too.

"Is it because of your teeth?"

Soul nodded again.

"Mama takesh me to a shpeech palologisht every morning" Soul said, viciously murdering the words with his five year old pronunciation.

"Oh," the girl said, pausing her swinging.

"What does that do?" She asked.

"They help me shpeak more gooder" Soul said.

Souls mother chimed in at that "speak better" she said in a cold school teacher voice before going back to her paper.

"Better" Soul said under his breath, cataloging it for future use.

"Maka, our train is here" the red haired man said while standing. "Time to go."

The girl, Maka, hoped off the chair next to him and skipped a couple feet away before turning and raising her tiny fist in triumph.

"The palologisht will help you speak better I know it!" She nodded in determination.

"You can do it!" Then the girl turned, and ran to the man, grasping two of his fingers in her small fist as they walked away.

Soul stopped kicking his feet and scooted back so his back touched the upright portion of the chair. His feet hung over only by a few inches when he sat like that. He thought about the girl and her determination for him to speak better. Suddenly he felt more determined to speak better.

"Mama," Soul said. She looked at him over her newspaper and waited. "Is the train here yet?"