Billy was cycling through his camera with a frown. No pictures. Or rather, no Teddy. He was just...gone from them, as though he'd never existed. If Casey didn't remember he swore he'd think he'd gone insane. He turned it off with a sigh, looking to the television.
"What's on?" he asked absently. Because he knew there were no answers to the things he really wanted to know. Where's Teddy? Why can't anyone remember him? Why's all his stuff gone? Have I lost it entirely??? "Any thing good?"