Nancy sips her tea, watching him eat. She'd been expecting him to regain some color, after his shower and food, but the poor boy was as pale as ever.

"You're welcome," she says simply. "I couldn't let you stay on the streets, could I?" She takes a sip of her tea.

"You haven't remembered anything, have you? Do you remember anything before the hospital at all?" She wanted to know why he'd arrived so bloody. He didn't look hurt at all anymore.