Henry stared at Archie as the cricket poured out the information. Some of it he knew but there was a lot that he didn't. Before he could say anything else, Henry opened his bag and pulled out a pencil and a notebook. After checking it was the correct one, for there were many in the bag, he started jotting down notes on what he's heard. If Archie cared to look at the scribblings, they would probably look like nonsense, but Henry had been making notes for so long now that he had his own version of shorthand.

After several pages worth of notes, Henry forced himself to stop and calm down. The part about his father dying (either of them) had raised his heartbeat considerably and he needed to get more information before anything else.

Once his breathing steadied, he found he had enough brain power to say four words. "Yeah...that didn't happen." It was too broad and incorrect but it would have to do.