George looked around in hope of catching sight of who left the bundle here. Seeing nothing but the familiar yard he had grown to love, he bent down once again to come up with the bundle to his chest. He looked down to find himself staring into the brown, husky eyes of Fred.

Sam’s eyes were to the floor as she entered the kitchen. She looked up and jumped in surprise. Her grandmother was cooking eggs and humming an old tune. But it wasn’t her grandmother that had startled her it was the figure in her chair watching her, smirking at her surprised look.