"Why can't there be a king of swans?" Lizard asked Wendy as they were eating lunch.

"Swans don't have a monarchy," Wendy explained. "Even if they did, they would likely have a female ruler, like bee queen, the ant queen, the swan queen…"

"What about Lion King? Are you saying that swans are more like insects than mammals?

"They're birds, like geese socialists"

"Socialists can have dictators."

"But not monarchies. There's a difference."

"Then why do communist ants have a queen?"

"Do either of you have any food left?" asked a hungry Baelfire, interrupting their conversation.

"No" Lizard replied.

"Just the bread crust of my sandwich" Wendy told him.

"I'll take it." Wendy opened her sandwich container and offered Baelfire the crust. "Thanks, Wendy."

"Wait, Bae, can you help us settle an argument?" she asked.

"Sure."

"Am I right?" Wendy asked.

"Of course." Baelfire replied, completely confident in his answer.

"See," Wendy told Lizard "There is no King of Swans."

"He doesn't even know what we're talking about." Lizard argued.

"He doesn't need to know what we're talking about to know that I'm right."

"Nowhere to run now, Knave," the older boy gloated as he grabbed the younger boy by the jacket and held him close so he couldn't escape. He raised his fist and brought it down on the younger boy's cheek, making marks on his skin that would later bruise.

"I told you I don't have them." The younger boy protested desperately as the older boy beat him again.

"Stop!" Lizard yelled.

"Stay out of this, freshman," the older boy insisted, turning to face her. "This doesn't concern you."

In the moment of distraction, the younger boy was able to slip out of his jacket and escape. The older boy glared angrily at Lizard before pursuing, throwing the jacket down on the ground.

Wendy brought the situation to the attention of a teacher, and soon the brawl was halted. Lizard picked up the jacket to return it to the younger boy. A pack of cards fell out and scattered across the ground.

"Really?" Lizard asked nobody in particular. She tried to pick up the cards, but the wind started blowing.

The younger boy came over to where Lizard was futilely trying to collect the cards. Wendy chased after one that started flying away.

"Sorry," she told him. "I shouldn't have picked it up."

"It's alright," He promised. "It was never a complete deck anyway. Thanks for, you know…"

"Helping you?"

"Right."

"What did that guy want anyway?"

"To beat the blood out of me," he replied, grabbing the King of Diamonds.

"No, I mean, you said something about not having 'them.' What did he want from you?"

"Just some things I pinched."

Lizard picked up the Jack of Hearts and held it between her fingers, studying it. She didn't know why she was stared at it for so long. Something about the nose and eyebrow of the card's profile looked familiar.

"Are you okay?" he asked. She looked up.

"Yeah." He turned back to picking up the cards on the ground, and she caught a glimpse of his profile. She laughed.

"What?" he asked.

"The Jack of Hearts looks like you."

"I don't have two heads," he protested.

Regina's Phone on Saturday, October 24th:

"Dad, it's Regina. I usually wouldn't call you at work, but this is important. Henry's gone. His bike is missing and I don't know where he is. I don't know what to do. Call me back. Please."

message to Dad

.

"Henry, you were supposed to stay home." There was a pause. "No, I'm not mad, but I need to know where you are. I need to know that you're okay. Call me back."

message to Henry

.

"This isn't a joke. Henry, your son, my brother, has vanished. He's out there, all alone, and I'm really worried that he's in danger. He's not answering my calls either. Look, I get that you're busy, but HENRY IS GONE. Even if you can't come home right now, at least call me. Tell me what I'm supposed to do, Daddy. I don't know."

message to Dad

.

"Our brother's missing, Cora. I can't find Henry. I'm not kidding, this is serious. Dad's not answering. Henry's not answering. I know you're busy with college stuff, but our brother is missing. He's only twelve and he's all alone out there. He's probably in trouble. I need you to call me back."

message to Cora

.

"HENRY IS MISSING. I NEED YOUR HELP. I just thought that I should say that first in case that's the only part of the message that you listen to before deleting it."

message to Dad

.

"I'm starting to think that either you never turn on your phone or you just don't care about us. Maybe Henry was right. Maybe you are dead. Maybe that's why you never answer."

message to Dad

.

"Regina?" Emma asked. "What's wrong? You sound like you've been crying."

"Henry's gone."

"What?"

"His bike is gone and no one's answering their phones. How long am I supposed to wait before calling 911?"

"Maybe he just went to a friend's house or something."

"No, I've called the Zimmers and the Kingsleys. He's not there. Plus, he would have left me some kind of note, and since he didn't, it's because he thought he would be back before I got home. I'm worried that he's in trouble."

"I'll be right over."

call to Emma

.

"I would like to report a missing child. He's twelve years old, Caucasian, with straight brown hair, and hazel brown eyes. I last saw last night around 6 or 7. He was at home, and he was wearing a red shirt with a blue plaid pattern and jeans. He might also be wearing his red and gray striped scarf. His bike's missing. He didn't leave a note or anything. This isn't like him."