For Chéri, the Wilde trial was different: it wasn’t the paper that had done the trick, as much as the fact that they had personally had dealings with the man. They remembered his voice, his presence and more. They also remembered the panic that had taken their former lover and his group of friends. It was just… something that had changed things to a deeper level, in a way they couldn’t explain. “Lewis,” Chéri repeated. “Quand?” they thought about it and then added “Year?” maybe that was clearer.