"Me Da? Now there's the problem…" Bran muttered, and sipped cautiously at the rum and Coke. It wasn't the first liquor he'd drunk, of course, but he was hardly a veteran wrist-raiser and there was no telling how strong she'd—whoosh! Yes, good thing he'd taken it slowly.<br/><br/>When Percy proved as susceptible to memory change as Tannen, Bran sighed and nodded. The facts of the situation were sinking in now, past his protective armor of disbelief and down to where he could reason about them.<br/><br/>"What exactly do I want to happen? I want Da back safe and sound. Wouldn't mind the rest of the people in the building coming back too, like, but—well, call me a selfish bastard but he's my first concern; I want him back if it takes me a hundred years.<br/><br/>"And…both you and Mr Tannen seem, well, possessive about Newcastle. Mr Tannen says it's His Turf, and he called you 'the king'…as if you each had, well, some kind of special relationship to the city. What if the fact that the city has been altered is what's made you both susceptible to memory loss? We don't even know how someone with no connection to Honer's would react to seeing Unit 17 gone. I haven't looked for the web page, is that gone?" He paused and turned to Mabel. "Ma'am, do you have wifi here?"<br/><br/>It occurred to him that the cut might run the other way instead. What if Percy were right, and only the four of them could remember Honer's at all? What about Ma? Did she remember Da? What if she didn't, what then? He started to panic again, but took a series of deep breaths.