Art nodded, not totally realizing who was talking to him. He listened to the musical voice say something about his duck friends. "Yeah. Sure." He glanced up as the truth hit him.  "Cyn?" He asked unsure.<br/>She looked the same. Nothing had changed except the feeling he got when he looked at her. A mixture of a fluttery feeling in his stomach and an ache in his chest.<br/>"So how have you been, cyn? How many friends did you find to..." he stopped talking as he realized he was being mean hearted. He let out a sigh and held his hand out. "Im sorry. Forgive my rudeness." He waited for her to place her hand in his.