Oskar pouted a little, and dipped his chin, the sadness clear all over his face. No one seemed to remember his father... and he was afraid that one day he would be forgotten completely, and at that point, he would really be dead.
When she said that she knew that Black family, however, Oskar came to a complete stop, looking up at her with wide, hopeful eyes. "Sirius Black? Maybe!" he exclaimed, feeling the passion in him rise up again. A clue! A very real clue!
"My father died in the building on 9/11," he started slowly, as if telling her a very dark secret. "I went into his wardrobe after he died, and I found this key with the name Black written on it, and there were words circled in a newspaper that said not stop looking," he explained. "I'm trying to find the lock, and I think that someone named Black has to know something about it. Do you know where I can find this Sirius Black? It could be really, really important," he insisted.