Remus was contemplating whether or not he should go for another couple of pasties, when Fabian finished. He let that truth sit with him. Albus Dumbledore was the one wizard powerful enough and foolish enough to take a chance on him. He had always felt sort of indebted to the man. Remus had only just been able to start to make sense of his death. But now he wasn't.
"So, if he is not dead, then where he is? And why is he not here?" The question was asked to the room as it were rather than anyone in particular. Remus dropped his voice into a lower register before adding. "Don't anyone tell me he likes skee-ball."