Haunted Wood whistlin' past the graveyard

It felt like they were restarting from some uncertain point. Like his kidnapping and imprisonment had not happened. Maybe Tit was getting his own memories confused, because he could have sworn he'd given her the information she'd requested before; that, or he'd told her the name of his home. Either way, it felt strange having to repeat himself. But maybe this is what they both needed: a fresh start. To banish all that had transpired before and start anew.

I'm Titmouse, he said without thinking, only to realize how stupid he felt - that same old idiotic name, same old idiotic self. He sighed and shook his head then, and corrected: No, no.. That's what my family named me. I'm Screech. Its.. Its nice to meet you, Cassiopeia. It would take some time for him to get used to calling her that.