Hi! I wanted to mention that this chapter might be a little weird. I wrote it while listening to Evanescence's "Bring Me To Life," at one AM. By the way, I actually had the conversation below. I thought it was cute. And my real Augustin was much nicer than the one in the story. He's an angel, I swear. And older than the Augustin in the story. He'd hate the name Augustin... I was scared of him, though.

Augustin blinked in surprise. "Really? You were so young..."

Eva said steadily, "I remember. You were kind of pissed off at me all the time--"

He gave a shout of laughter. "Pissed off! I've never heard a girl use that term."

"Yes!" she snapped. "Pissed off. You were irritated by my mothering you."

He glanced at her. She was tiny, plump, and wearing jeans and a knit sweater. "Are you sure it wasn't grandmothering?"

She tried not to smile. "Do you remember me?"

"Yup," he said, starting the swing.

"What do you remember?" she prodded, growing more confident.

"Not telling," he said, flushing a little.

She groaned. "You remember the stupid little things I did when I was a baby, don't you? All those really embarrassing ones?"

"Yeah."

Eva waited. He just sat there, gazing off into the distance. At last she asked, "Are you going to tell me?"

"Nope."

"Why not?" she said quizzically.

"Don't want to," he replied casually.

"You're so annoying!" she growled.

"I try, Eva, I try."