And that question seemed to remind him of how lost he was, because his bottom lip pouted out and quivered as he started to cry the saddest tears Darcy had ever seen. She shook her head, "It's okay if you don't remember. We'll help you find your mom, okay? What's your name, sweetheart?"

Again, the boy didn't answer right away, but he was drawing further from the wall and towards them. Darcy was glad that they found him and not someone else. She may not think the world is full of kidnappers, but at least she knew she didn't want to harm the poor thing.

"J-Jackson..." he stumbled over his words, trembling with an inhale of breath.

"Okay, Jackson, let's see if we can find her, okay?" Darcy stood up from where she was and held out a hand to the little one. His eyes were on Ford for the moment and then he reached up with both arms to Ford and not Darcy.