Who Needs a Dream? Who Needs Ambition?

Unbelievable. Anatoly hadn't showed up for their game. Freddie's immediate thought was that it was because he was sick. What other reason could their be for him to miss a game? Though he thought that even sick, Anatoly would at least drag himself to the table if not be entirely coherent. The problem was that there was a chess board in their usual spot. There was Anatoly's board in their usual spot and that just made his stomach clench. No. Impossible. Freddie refused to believe it. As much as he might have wanted Anatoly gone at one point, things were different now and he refused to believe that he was gone for good. Refused.

Steeling himself, he decided to look. It had done a fat lot of good last time, but he wasn't just going to break down without at least a fight. He'd done that once in his life and he wasn't going to do it a second time.

That meant doing the rounds. Unfortunately, he didn't know Anatoly's life as well as he had Prior's. The Compound, Anatoly and Lex's hut, and...and he wasn't sure. Except he was and he just didn't want to risk it. So before stopping off at Florence's, he went to go see if he could find the boyfriend. As much as Freddie didn't want to formally introduce himself, he didn't want to see the look on Florence's face if she was his last resort in finding Anatoly and he wasn't with her.

Now all he had to do was find...what was his name again?