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The boy reminded him of that White Rabbit from that play about the girl who fell into another world. The Rabbit had a pocket watch too. The Bloodhound could only smile dryly. Like the clock, Misha wouldn't make it past 12, but until then, the least the old guard dog could do was protect the sweet dream, and give the Lost Boy Who'd Never Grow Up a childhood. Not Mikhail, but Misha.