"Oh please, Miss Peregrine," Olive pleaded. Now 20 (assuming she was 14 by movie appearance), she and Enoch was planning their marriage, and right now she was in a heated conversation. "Won't you please go find Millard? He doesn't even have to stay for the cake!"

"Well, I think if you told Millard that there was to be cake and attendance presents there's a more likely chance he'd be coming," Enoch replied. He looked to Horace, who was frowning so deeply someone would've thought him angry.

"No, I've told you, this suit doesn't…birds, stop moving!" Horace grumbled, once again adjusting the suit that Enoch was wearing. "There! Now, on your wedding day, you mustn't touch anything sticky. This is my finest suit that I was planning to leave alone, reserved for my own purposes."

"Such as?" Enoch asked.

"My wedding, my first date, my…why am I telling you this stuff?" Horace said, and pulled on his bowtie until it was stiff.

"Well, he has to cut the cake," Olive said.

"Besides that. Don't wipe the knife on your sleeve."

"He also has to pour the wine," Olive added.

"Don't spill and he can," Horace agreed. He walked away, then returned. "I need my cane," he said.

"You look like…" Jacob began, but then Emma pinched him in the forearm.

"Here you go," Emma said and threw the cane. Horace caught it and tipped his hat.

"Thank you, milady, but I would sincerely prefer it if you didn't throw it. Gentlemen don't catch things that are thrown across the room."

"Horace is still the same as he was when I met him 6 years ago. I wonder how Millard is doing…" Jacob wondered, holding Emma's hand.

"Yes, darling," Miss Peregrine, who had been listening, suddenly spoke.

"Yes what?" Olive asked. Miss Peregrine stood back and admired her handiwork on Olive's wedding dress.

"Yes, I will try to find him, but do not tell Hugh of his coming until he has arrived at the wedding hall. I don't want him to throw a fit and ruin your wedding."

"Yes, thank you so much, Miss Peregrine!" Olive exclaimed and hugged her. Miss Peregrine transformed into a bird and Olive watched her fly out the window.

"So, what is it with Millard? Why'd he leave in the first place-" Jacob asked but closed up the minute he heard footsteps coming down the hall.

"What's going on down here?" Hugh asked.

In the past 6 years (according to book age), he grown another couple of inches, now near 6.2 feet tall.

"I'm watching Enoch change into his bridegroom suit," Jacob explained.

"And me, Olive," Emma quickly said. Olive and Enoch showed Hugh their suits.

"Does it fit?" they asked. Hugh gave no accurate reply, just, "That would have been me and Fiona if she hadn't been killed."

The room went silent. Hugh walked back out and the talk continued.

"Um…that was nice. What would he do if he saw Millard?" Emma whispered, watching Hugh disappear up the stairs.

"We have a problem, children," Miss Peregrine said, flying back through the window, soaked.

"What is it?" Olive asked, quickly handing her a towel. Miss Peregrine dried herself off and frowned deeply.

"Millard was on a plane to the Asian country of Japan when his plane was hit by lightning. He was sent flying to the front of the room during the violence of the turbulence…and I daresay he's lost his memories."

"What? Then what about you?" Enoch asked, standing up.

"I was just sprinkled by the rain. It's pouring out of the house, and must I remind you children, the day after tomorrow is Hugh's birthday. Give him anything but flowers," Miss Peregrine said, and toweled herself off. "After all," she continued, giving the towel to Olive, who dried it using the heat of her hand, "they were considered to be soul mates. They met three years before I found them."

"Soul mates. Then what is Millard?" Jacob scoffed, but Emma kicked him in the shin.

"Poor Millard," Enoch said, "but he really should've went to save Fiona."

"Yes, but would you have saved Jacob if he was facing a bunch of wights that he was incredibly scared of, under the circumstances that Jacob was the rival? That Olive like Jacob instead of you? That they would've married?" Emma asked.

"That's quite true. I don't suppose I would've," Enoch said. "Olive, shall I raise victor to attend our wedding?"

"Let's ask Bronwyn about that, darling," Olive replied and sat down next to him. Claire entered the room, and she held out a bouquet of flowers. "Hold that for me, will you?" she asked.

"It's amazing how you're already 13," Olive said and smiled.

"You look lovely with those," Claire smiled, and called Bronwyn in.

"Bronwyn, we have to ask you something," Olive asked.

"Yes?" Bronwyn said.

"May I raise Victor, just so that he would be able to attend our wedding? He is, after all, still my best friend," Enoch said.

"Uh…sure, but I thought we buried him already," she replied. Olive and Enoch looked at each and smiled.

"We dug him out. I couldn't stand him rotting in that dirt pile," Enoch said. "The loop Miss Peregrine had created and put us in has kept him in the same state. He doesn't have skin peeling off of him, don't worry. It's only that…well, he looks like he's already at least thirty-six."

"Just to think, this loop is already thriving, yet it's only been created for about four days. Who wanted to live in a loop anyways?" Jacob said.

Everyone looked at him.

"You," they replied simultaneously.

Emma shook her head. "Really, Jacob, you need a better memory," she sighed.

"Oh right!"

"Hey, who are you people?" a familiar voice said.

"Millard?" Olive asked. In the threshold of the door, there was a boy…well, an invisible boy in a hoodie and jeans, but water evidently dripped from the air, showing where he would be, even without the clothes.

Millard hadn't really grown much, unlike Hugh. He was still only about 5.8 feet tall

"That's what the creepy lady said when she first saw me. So I'm assuming you people do know me. Well, then, pleasure to meet you, even if you can't see my hand."

"Get back here and dry off your hair!" Miss Peregrine shouted from the other end of the hall. She threw a towel at Millard and it hit in on the side of his head.

"You're Millard Nullings. We're Jacob, Emma, Olive, Enoch, Claire, and Bronwyn. That's Miss Peregrine there, by the way. Olive and Enoch are getting married next week. You had some…things to deal with so that you had to leave us. Um…and that guy that looks downright murderous standing at the stairs is…Hugh Apiston." Bronwyn looked at Hugh uncertainly.

"Now, Hugh, you must understand that-" Miss Peregrine started.

"Why is the murderer here?" Hugh demanded.

"What murderer?" Millard asked, looking around him. "Well. Thank you for reminding me my name, but even so, I still can't remember who I am. I believe I shall be leaving right now."

"No, you're not. You have to attend Olive and Enoch's wedding."

And so there, it was all set. Hugh sulked about it for a few days, but eventually he came to realize that offending the new and dumb Millard was only going to get him some positive feedback, like, "Sorry! I still don't know who this Fiona is. Am I supposed to know?"

Eventually, Hugh's birthday rolled around.

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