Stephanie always wondered where all her uncle's friends went. When she had been young she had seen many people on her visits to her uncles. He had always told her not to mention them to mother and father as they 'didn't get along' with them. She had agreed, she loved to see them.

There was the tall man, the one who always dressed like a funeral director, the beautiful woman who would come to look at books, a blonde man who would go weeks without coming and then show up with a toy from a strange place, the dark haired man who always knew exactly what they needed. She remembered a man who would make her clothes, a man with a marred face but a good heart. There was the man with the golden eyes who rarely came and never stayed long. And then there was the last man. The one that never showed her his face but always played with her.

When she had turned six they had slowly stopped coming around. Sometimes when she would come there would be an exotic gift or if she came unexpectedly she would see them. When she was seven they started to seem like faint memories. By the time she reached her twelfth birthday she had forgotten these amazing people. Sometimes Gordon would give her a gift from somewhere far away but when she'd asked he'd always say "An old friend of mine that knew you when you were younger gives me them for you."

Present day;

One of her favourite things are two Spanish dancers made of porcelain. When she moved into her mansion she placed all of her gifts along her mantelpiece along with some pictures. Whenever the dead men came over Dexter would always look at all of them and one day she moved to stand beside him.

"Gordon gave them to me. He told a friend of his would give them to him from all his adventures. My favourites are the dancers."

"And you kept them for years?"

"Of course I did. They're something that not only I can remember him by but they also remind me of the people who disappeared."

By now everyone was listening looking both curious and sad.

"What do you mean 'the people who disappeared'?"

"I'm not really sure. I just know that when I was younger there was people, Gordon's friends. But when I turned six they slowly stopped coming, by the time I was twelve the only way I knew it had happened was the gifts and the point that Gordon remembered too." She paused. "Don't think I ever did find them after."

All of the men were now looking very guilty but she ignored it. Of course she had realised they were the ones she was talking about but she was going to make sure they felt guilty for leaving her alone. She sneaked a glance at Saracen and noticed he was looking just as guilty.

"Oh well. If they didn't want see me they didn't want to see me."

She walked into the kitchen and heard furious whispering. When she stepped back in with a can of coke they stopped and managed to look even guiltier than before.

"Valkyrie…" ghastly started uneasily.

"Yes?" she asked raising an eyebrow.

"We-"

"She knows!" Saracen interrupted.

"Of course I bloody well know! How stupid do you think I am?!"

Everyone except Valkyrie was looking confused. "But-"

"But what? How did I know? Why didn't I say anything? How long have I known? If you had wanted to tell me you could have but you didn't. I had lots of hints and clues but I wasn't ever certain."

"Valkyrie-"

She shook her head. "No. I don't want apologies I want to know why. Tell me."

"We truly didn't know you still remembered us. Gordon had already said that once you were older we would have to stop coming over. He didn't want to get you involved because of him."

Valkyrie scowled and plopped onto the couch.

"I hope you realise I'm still not happy."

"We know."

Did this all in one! Hope you liked. ~Scarlet.