The memory freezes and Armani pulls little Laszlo into a tight hug, weeping all over him. He can't help it.

"We found him!" he sobs, patting his neatly styled hair. He knows this isn't Laszlo-Laszlo like little Chanel wasn't Chanel-Chanel, but they're so close to freeing the real one. "Look at where his dad kept him. Look at the nails on the window, Chanel."