Emberwood It's time to get out of Iraq, Bush

This is present-dated.

He might have felt a little worse if he'd known how small Lita's social circle here was—but the threat was too dire to take that consideration. He gave her a fleeting smile before his face tugged downward in a frown once more. Lolita, he greeted tersely, and drew to a halt.

Can we talk? Pygmalion asked, already beginning to shuffle away. I need to discuss some things wi' ye. Things ye should know. If anyone should be his confidante, it should be his sister. Pip would be better. . .but his brother, sadly, had disappeared once more. Lolita was all the blood he had in the Emberwood.