He hadn’t seen the old man since …

Today’s writing prompt and my response.

Day three of this week’s challenge. The story starts here.
He hadn’t seen the old man since …

‘You don’t remember what they’re like.’ The girl gave a rueful smile. ‘All riddles and cleverness. I was in luck this time, though. It must have been the urgency, knowing how desperately we needed to find you, that gave me a straight answer.’

He ignored the urgency bit, which churned the foreboding still sitting heavily in his gut. ‘Which was?’

‘Your name a...