Alfred Frederick Jones huffed, as the meeting drudged onwards, the ticking of the clock symbolic of the steady march of time and progress, lucky for the blond, and his brother, the meeting was almost over, just them prepping for the next meeting. A voice, belonging to his once-guardian, Arthur Kirkland spoke up, "I assume you won't make the next meeting, Alfred?" Alfred jolted at his parents intuitive insight, then again he'd been absent every 4th of July since... When? He couldn't remember, but it must've been a while. Alfred spoke, "Yeah, I just need a break from it all." Arthur huffed at this, obviously not believing his cover up. "Well, take your time Alfred. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to do some paperwork." Of course Arthur was lying through his teeth, what he really was going to do was follow him wherever he went, of the seer thrill of the chase.
As Arthur walked he pulled aside Lars, the resident Dutchman, which was seeing the resident Canuk, Matthew Williams "Hey. Follow me." "Ok...?" Alfred and Matthew got in a taxi and drove, as did Lars and Arthur, "I wonder where they are going?" "Hush now." A while later the first taxi stopped in front of a toy store, and Alfred got out, a little bit more and they where on the road.
The two taxis stopped outside a old colonial style house, the four of them, Alfred, Matthew, Lars, Arthur, disembarking and paying. The twins, Alfred, and Matthew, went inside. An hour later Lars worked up the nerve to knock at the door, which was opened by Mattew, whom bore a shocked expression. "L-Lars? Why are you and Arthur here?" "We wanted to know where you went every 4th." Then a man, with brown-blond hair introduced himself as, "Henry Wilkins. The little boy over there-" he pointed over his shoulder "-is my son, David." Another hour later and they whre all friends, Lars looking after the boy, nicknamed 'Davie', by Alfred, whilst Arthur liked the dad. He soon pulled the quartet, Al, Mat, Lars, and himself, Arthur, aside. "Who are these people?" Alfred's face shattered, "You don't remember? Artie... I thought you would. They are-" he whispered this next part, with tears in his eyes "- Davie's family. You don't remember? I told you after the War, that I would keep in touch with them."
A hour later it was dark. Alfred was to launch the fireworks and he did it with every color, blue, red, white, teal, orange, even purple! Eventually it was the last round of fireworks, so he made them good, "This is to the best friend I ever had, David Wilkins!" The firework went up, in one blaze of purple, spelling out, the words, 'TO DAVIE, SEE YOU SOON BUDDY!'