[The fist catches him in the side of the jaw, and very nearly knocks him off his feet. It takes all his strength not to let himself get knocked back into the fountain. He whips around, holding his face in his hand, staring. It's Fred. It's actually him. Real, and certainly solid. All these months he's been dreaming about what to say to him if he could only see him one last time. But after all that careful planning, all that comes out is...]
Me? It's been four bloody months, you PILLOCK!
[He does the only thing he can think of and lashes back, hopefully connecting with something.]
i had to find you, had to let you know that you aren't alone;
Me? It's been four bloody months, you PILLOCK!
[He does the only thing he can think of and lashes back, hopefully connecting with something.]