[ At least this time, he's easier to find. It's still strange, though, since Cole is sitting on a low wall with his long, gangly legs hanging over the side and kicking lightly, but Mary is the only one to pay him any mind. Even as other people look his way, they don't seem to realize that anyone is there. That's the curious part about Cole, because he's just sitting there and watching people go about their lives. He doesn't mind not being seen, not so much anymore.

But for some people, his existence stuck a bit more, and they remembered. There was no telling what that criteria was, but every time, Cole is always a little thrilled. So when he hears someone call his name, the brim of that large, over-sized hat tips up. ]

"You weren't like this in the past," and he swings harshly, but it's because he can't bear to see that day repeated.

[ The hat tilts up further, and his eyes meet Mary's. ]

...Hello, Mary.