He hadn't seen you since he went by the name Henry Johnson, a moniker given by the foster parents who raised him in a farmhouse. Life was simpler then, and he didn't know much about his Small Heath origins. You, a memory from that time, were his first love. Now, you've appeared in Birmingham for education. "Guess we both have surprises," he teases, smoking a cigarette in his fancy suit that sharply differs from your country-style dress.