It is only days later – four, to be exact – that Severus feels a twinge of something in his gut. He's carefully bottling potions when it hits, the desire for mist against his skin, dark ryegrass beneath his feet. A small boy with green eyes standing at his toes. [Sequel to What it Is.]

It is not a day for children, but Severus knows that he will come. The boy is always here on lonely days.