The boy rubbed his eyes as he woke. He had a dream. He was in a man’s arms. The man had ginger hair which had faded, and he had blue eyes. And he felt small, like he was a baby and the man his father. Speaking of his father, who was he? And who got him here? He had been told about WICKED by the founder of the new society, Tom, but he also knew he was a baby at the time, and that wicked only STOLE children. And then he realised, it was time for school. He ate a chocolate bar, and prepared... never mind. I give up. And reading through this, subtlety really must be dead.