Not having any classes to teach that day, Lucy found herself in the local park come afternoon.

She liked to people watch. She could make up stories about the people, draw a scene she found particularly interesting, and use her knack of being a wallflower to her advantage. Once again, she was invisible.

"This seat taken?"

Lucy looked up from her sketch pad with a start. Standing in front of her was the man in the overcoat and beanie from Dr. Fletcher's office.

"….All yours." She said once she managed to find her voice. The man smiled at her and took the place next to her on the bench.

"What're you drawing?" he asked pleasantly, leaning over to get a look.

Lucy instinctively held the pad close to her chest. "Just some of the people around."

"What's so interesting about them?" his tone seemed to darken slightly as his eyes surveyed the carefree patrons of the park.

"It's not really about them."

"It's not?" his gazed returned to her, an eyebrow raised in question.

Lucy shrugged. "Well I've never met any of them. It's not about what they are, it's about what I as the artist see them as?"

"Naïve?" he offered.

"Innocent." She corrected, her voice far away as she watched children running around the playground.

"…..You're that woman from Dr. Fletcher's office, right?" the man's voice drew her out of her thoughts. "I remember seeing you when you came for your appointment."

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm Lucy."

"….Barry." he held out a hand, which she shook.

"Nice to meet you Barry." Lucy gave him a small smile. "You were right about Dr. Fletcher. She really is lovely."

"Yeah, she is…."

"Are you okay?" she asked, cocking her head to the side as she studied him.

"Huh? What do you mean?" Barry frowned.

"Nothing, it's just….you look sad." Barry's eyes fell down to his hands in his lap. "Are you okay?" Lucy repeated. "And, don't just, say you are, because I know what that means, looking sad when you think no one can see you."

"You can see me." He countered.

Lucy shrugged. "I don't count."

Barry was silent a moment before he sighed. "It's nothing, really. I just….I had a friend called Lucy once. Long time ago."

"Oh." She said, all too aware how much the simplest reminder could hurt. "I'm sorry."

"Not your fault…." He trailed off, fidgeting with something around his wrist. Lucy's eyes followed it and saw the braided black leather bracelet he was wearing.

'I wasn't sure if you really had a birthday, so I just grouped it with Kevin's'

Lucy shook herself mentally. Something was off; she had been running into these triggers a lot more often than usual.

"You know, whenever I was upset, my friends would take me out stargazing." She remarked. She wasn't really sure why, but something in her was reaching out to this man, wanting to find some way to comfort him.

"You, wanna show me the stars?" he raised an eyebrow.

"Well I mean, we could meet up here again tonight, i-if you wanted."

"Yes, Lucy." He smiled at her, and it looked far more genuine this time. "I will look at the stars with you."

"Great." Lucy smiled back at him, fiddling with her necklace.

******
The two talked for a while longer before they parted ways until the evening. Barry had stuttered a reason to leave and had done so rather abruptly, making Lucy doubt he'd return for their stargazing session.

Down several blocks and well out of her eyesight and earshot, her companion ducked into an alley and pulled the beanie off his head, running a hand over his shaved hair.

"What do you think you're doing Dennis, you're supposed to be keeping an eye on those girls for tomorrow!"

Eyebrows bunched together, Barry – Dennis – paced the alley, clearly distressed.

"Dennis!"

"You're telling me you didn't see it Patricia?" He finally spoke, appearing to be talking to himself as there was no one else physically there. "The drawings, the stars, her eyes – god her eyes Patricia!"

"Our plans can not be put on hold simply because a pretty face has turned your head!" the British voice snapped.

"She's not just a pretty face! Patricia, I think….i-it was Lucy! Our Lucy!"