A familiar, panicked voice shouts from around the corner. Joseph sits up, letting go of the cat, who runs off yet again.
His chest heaving, tears of relief springing to his eyes, he rushes over to his dear nephew. His knowledge of the streets finally came back to aid him.
Collapsing to his knees, he pulls the sobbing little boy into his arms, squeezing him tightly, his expression changing to one that precedes a scolding.
Joseph: Uncle Speedyyyy... *hic*
Speedwagon: Why did you run off?! You know you’re supposed to always hold my hand while we’re in town together! What if I hadn’t been able to find you? You could have been lost for hours, or worse!!
Joseph: Nnnn... I-I’m sorry... I promise, I’ll never, ever run off again... I know I was naughty...!
Speedwagon: You promise? You’ll never forget this, and always hold your Uncle’s hand!
Joseph: I p-promiiise...!
The elderly man sighs, finally letting himself smile, kissing Joseph’s head as he stands up, still holding him tightly.
Speedwagon: Come now... Let’s go get some hot chocolate and then go home... I’m sure you’re eager to hug your Granny too right now.
Joseph: Hehe... yes, please...!