Will and Lance left to go back to work Iseldir and Arthur sat down to have a drink before going back out on their rounds. Iseldir turned the rag in his hands thoughtfully, then looking at Arthur, as he unwrapped the small package "He would never let me see it, I shouldn't but it is an itch I can't scratch."

With great care Iseldir opened up the rag and looked at the golden locket, it was clearly an expensive item and not something a poor India woman would normally have. Trying to open it he found it was stuck together with grime. He wiped the edges carefully and then using his fingernail pressed the small hidden button and the locket flew open. Iseldir looks surprised as he looked inside "I wasn't expecting that"

He showed Arthur the inside. As Arthur looked at the photos he went as white as a sheet and grabbed the locket from Iseldir. "I know them!" he whispered harshly.

"You do! Are you sure!" the older man demanded "Who are they"

Arthur was totally shocked by what he was seeing "The Earl and Lady Emrys. The Earl, was my father's business partner and they died along with their four year old son, ten years ago when the plane they were on crashed into the Western Gnats. Their two surviving children live with us. Their photo sits by their eldest son's bedside."

Iseldir took the locket from Arthur's hands and looked at it once more "What were their Christian names?"

"Balinor and Hunith, they were like mine and my sister's Aunty and Uncle"

Iseldir showed Arthur the outside of the locket, there entwined were the initials H and B. "Well it did come from the sky that part of the story was right. I wonder how it came to be in her possession. I know Ramesh said they lived in the mountains when he was tiny. Perhaps she found it"

"Their son Gwaine is my age, he will want the locket back, it would mean so much to him" Arthur said thinking of his friend.

"Sorry Arthur but this is Ramesh's he will never trust us again if he doesn't have it back. It is all he has after all. I suspect your friend has many things to remind him of his parents." Iseldir said firmly. "I will talk to him once he is better, but to be honest I think he will be upset that I even looked at it"

"You're right, but …."

"Look Arthur I think we both need to think about this, I should never have looked at the locket, I broke the boys trust." Iseldir wondered what can of worms he had opened in giving in to his impulse.

Arthur left the office and went and stood, looking down at Ramesh as he slept wondering the story behind the locket. It was strange that the locket had turned up after all this time, just as he was here in India. Arthur couldn't help but think that the boy in the bed was about the same age that Merlin would have been had he lived. What different lives they would have lived, had Merlin survived. One a street child who no one wanted, and the other the beloved son of an English Earl. Arthur noted that Ramesh even had the same colouring and vivid blue eyes….he even had the same eyes….

Arthur made a leap of connective thought and swallowed, it couldn't be. He was so deep in thought that he didn't hear Iseldir come up behind him "Come on we have to get going we have other boys to look after"

As the charity worker walked away he realised Arthur wasn't following him so he went back and touched the young man's shoulder "Arthur come on we have work to do"

Arthur turned and Iseldir saw the look on the blondes face, so guided him back to the office and sat him down "What is the matter? You look white as a sheet"

Arthur looked up and wondered what the older man would think if he told him, but then did he have a choice? He had no idea what to do. "Do you think Ramesh could be Merlin? He's about the right age and his colouring is right. Is there any chance at all, I mean it fits, the plane crash was in the mountains and that's where Ramesh used to live."

The possibility hadn't even crossed Iseldir's mind, but as he listened to Arthur he couldn't help but wonder "Arthur do you know what the odds are on that? The slum in Mumbai has getting on for a million people and there are about forty thousand street children, even if the child survived the crash and then came here…." He stopped unable to contemplate the odds.

Arthur wasn't about to let his idea go, it would solve so much for the boy led in the bed. "Uncle Balinor…the man that died.. he used to tell us stories and he always believed in destiny. He said if something was meant to be it would happen. I mean what are the odds on the locket turning up?" Arthur said talking to himself as much as the man in front of him.

"He must have had some Indian in him, destiny, fate they all seem to believe in it" Iseldir paused "So what are you going to do? You have to be careful not to get Ramesh's hopes up and anyway he clearly loved his mama very much. You have to take care"

"I will talk to dad he might have an idea, can we not tell anyone else for now?" Arthur was even more convinced but he didn't want too much speculation until he knew for sure.

"I think that is wisest. Ask your father if the child's body was found and conclusively identified, and also if the child had any marks or scars we could check" Iseldir pulled himself together whist he was determined to make sure Ramesh was protected as best he could he knew there was little they could do now, anyway he needed to think. "But for now we have children depending on us. It is only about two thirty in the afternoon in London, call your father this evening when he gets home"