Thomas was zoning out and did not even notice her coming close to him. He was reliving that day over in his head. They were in London and Thomas told James to wait outside. Thomas just had to go inside for a few minutes. He had to go and have a meeting with the Death Eaters. His parents had asked him to take James out for ice cream, and Thomas told him they would go after he went to this place. When Thomas was done, he could not find James anywhere. Then, after an hour, he found his limp body in an alleyway.
He was brought back to life suddenly when he felt her hand touch his. He looked up to see her staring at him with a look of pure sadness and caring. He stared back at her with a look of despair in his eyes, no one had ever cared about Thomas. No one, not even his parents. Sure they gave him whatever they wanted but all he wanted was for them to be home and spend time with him.
"He fell off a carriage one day when we were all out riding, when he did the carriage behind us trampled him and killed him. My parents blamed me for not watching him, they still think it is my fault." His story was convincing and he looked away from her eyes. The sadness was welling up inside of him again, in both stories he had been responsible. Even in the one he made up.