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He let out a disappointed breath, sinking a little lower. Well, he guessed he couldn't blame her, right? Who knew where Daddy had gone? Still--he'd hoped that maybe since he'd never seen her before in his life, she'd know. Maybe she had even brought him back. But she hadn't.

No, instead she was trying to solicit him into a bath, and he groaned, closing his eyes with as much patience as he could muster. He hated baths, but Daddy had always told him to be polite and have them even when he didn't want to, and. . . Sigh. Head hanging, Timberlake trudged his way over, flopping down in front of her and looking mournfully up at the shadow woman.

"Okay, sure," he said, sounding for all the world like a man on his way to the gallows.