The boy had been hoping to remember something when he saw the person claiming to be his father, but those hopes are dashed as he looks curiously at the dark-haired person standing in front of him. Nothing about him seems familiar, except perhaps his smell. He smells a little different than anyone else that he's come into contact with in the last few days.

Maybe that means he really is my father, he thinks, and takes the hand that's held out to him.

"I think I did something bad," he says as the man leads him away. "Don't bad people go to jail? Am I going to go to jail?"