it's not what it looks like
"Ah, it's a'right. You had a good reason to be wary, from what I've heard about your interactions with Ludo." Strange, though, that the soul guide had taken such umbridge with his gentle friend. Either way, it had happened and was done, and at least Remi knew him to be himself. Whatever that might entail, given his lost memories. Ianto nodded at the suggestion that he lead them to the wagon, beckoning Remi away and grinning over his shoulder.
The forest would blur and change and darken to twilight, just as it had done before, Ianto whistling that same strange tune to himself as they walked. In no time at all the wagon appeared before them, bright and well lit and effortlessly inviting, hung with all manner of decorations, bric-a-brac and ornaments. Hopping up the steps, the fox opened the door and extended a polite arm in a gesture of welcome.
"Please," he said, "after you."
The forest would blur and change and darken to twilight, just as it had done before, Ianto whistling that same strange tune to himself as they walked. In no time at all the wagon appeared before them, bright and well lit and effortlessly inviting, hung with all manner of decorations, bric-a-brac and ornaments. Hopping up the steps, the fox opened the door and extended a polite arm in a gesture of welcome.
"Please," he said, "after you."
