"Maybe when Tim's older he would like to come touring with us, he seems to have the knack" John smiled at the two boys, Tim balancing on the wooden beam, a lot thicker than what Dick would be walking on, and a lot closer to the ground, with Dick following carefully ensuring he wouldn't fall
"Don't go giving him any ideas, I'm already preparing myself for him attempting to hide in one of your trunks" The adults started to laugh as Tim looked over
"Looks like my dad and your dad are getting on" Dick smiled
"Maybe he might be asking my dad to join the circus" Tim replied
"Yeah… it'd sure be cool to have another kid here" Dick sighed
"Do you get lonely?" Tim noticed that Dick seemed sad
"Me no course I don't" Dick become his bright usual self again "Especially since I got Nelly"
"Who's Nelly?"
"Nelly the elephant… come on you gotta know about her" Dick turned to his dad "Dad can I go show Tim Nelly?"
John turned to face his son smiling, but that soon disappeared as he noticed someone lurking behind the two boys, playing with a match between his teeth, Jerry could see the expression turning in Johns face as he followed his glance and also spotted the figure standing in one of the openings
"Uh maybe Tim better go home now its pretty late… isn't it Jerry?" John turns to Jerry who notices what he is doing
"Uh yeah, gosh is that the time, we had better get going kiddo"
"Oh dad" They both moan
"Dick, you heard what Mr Drake had to say" John's voice sounded as anxious as Martha looked
Dick sighed as he turned his attention to Tim "We'll carry on tomorrow yeah… here take this" He then passes a small golden elephant out of his costume pocket and puts it in Tim's hand "Because you didn't get to see Nelly, its my lucky charm, you can give it back to me tomorrow"
"Thanks" Tim said as he looked at the small glimmering object as he walked away
They next day Tim fell ill as was unable to go back to the circus, much to his disappointment, by the Saturday though he was feeling much better and was desperate to give back the charm to Dick, Tim sat upright in his bed, trying to look as well as possible as he heard his dads footsteps coming up the stairs
"Dad! Dad I'm feeling better now, can we please go to the circus tonight, I gotta give this back to Dick… Dad?" His smiled turned to concern as his glum looking father entered the room
"I'm afraid we wont be going to the circus kiddo"
"But dad i'm better look and I have been really good please" Tim begged felling sadder by the minute
"I know you have son, but it's not your fault"
"Then why can't we go!" Tim shouted, sounding like a spoilt child in a toyshop
"There's been an accident"