Hal moped around the empty house, the silence cloaking it abnormally. He finished packing the very few things that his orderly room bore.

As he clipped the final suitcase shut, he let out a sigh of thought, rubbing his head as if in pain. He pushed himself up off the floor and wandered across the landing. He stopped momentarily outside Leo's room, pain stabbing at his motionless heart.

He gingerly reached out a shaking hand and pulled the door shut, hearing it's familiar creek as the hinges folded shut. The familiar empty feeling swamped Hal once more as he realised that neither Leo nor Pearl were ever coming back; he was truly alone once more…

Suddenly, a brief rapping on the shop door pushed these thoughts from his mind. He paused, unsure on whether the sound was just a figure of his imagination. Silence…then another knock. Hal meekly traipsed down the stairs and into the backroom of the shop, not daring to peer out. Then a voice was heard.

"Hal! I know you're in there; I can smell you!" the voice called through the door and continued to knock.

Hal emerged from the back room, cautiously poking his head out first to try and get a glimpse of the stranger.

When his whole body was on show, he slowly proceeded towards the door. Through the frosted glass pane of the window in the door, he could roughly make out the build and features of the visitor; medium height of average build and floppy hair. Hal sniffed the air, he recognised the scent almost immediately; how could he ever possibly forget that one. It could only ever belong to one person…

"It's me; it's Cutler for goodness sakes! Open the door!"

Hal swiftly proceeded towards the door and opened it, staring open wide at the visitor standing before him.

"What on earth are you doing here?" Hal said, his voice a mixture of curiosity and suspicion. Cutler ignored this statement.

"Aren't you going to invite me in?"

Hal stopped for a moment; weighing up his options before reluctantly mumbling "Come in," and stepped aside, allowing Cutler to enter the shop floor. He stood looking round for a moment before speaking.

"Nice place you've got here" he said, walking around, examining the place. "Barber shop; didn't think that was really your style,"

Hal grumbled in response; "Don't play it Mr. Innocent with me, Cutler, what the Hell are you doing here?" Cutler seemed to make no effort to answer the question before proceeding with his next statement.

"It took me a while, but I found you. I finally found you" he stopped, facing Hal at a distance before speaking again, his voice quiet but consistent. "Answer me one thing, Hal, why?" Hal lowered his gaze and stared silently at the floor, not knowing how to respond. Cutler continued, his voice returning to normal volume, contorted with anger; "You think I don't have the right to know? I've spent all these years tracking you down, trying to find where you went, why you went, why you LEFT me…" he paused, his breathing ragged from his slight outburst. Hal shrank back, increasing the distance between him and Cutler, mumbling some inaudible words and lowering his head to match his gaze.

"You're STILL not going to tell me? How long has it been? Fifty years? Fifty bloody years and you still can't face up to the music? You're a fucking joke!"

With this, Hal raised his head, his eyes narrowed, his voice low and husky. "Don't you dare talk to me like that,"

"I deserve an answer, Hal, until I get one, I'll talk to you however I bloody like!"

Hal straightened up to his full height, taking a step towards Cutler, staring at him in the eye. "Do you not remember who I am?" Hal advanced again, "maybe I should remind you…" with increasing confidence and stature, Hal proceeded to walk towards Cutler, walking around behind him and whispering in his ear. "I'm Henry Yorke, Lord Harry, your creator. I killed your wife, I turned you against humanity, I took everything that you had away from you…I turned you into a monster…"

Cutler shuddered and let out a tiny whimper of emotional pain.

"Oh, so you remember now, do you? You remember the times that we spent together; killing the innocent, changing the useful…the times that we spent making history"

Cutler turned around, tears glistening in his eyes and gazed into Hal's. "I'm sorry…I'm s-so so sorry," he dropped his gaze. Hal exhaled slowly, reaching up and readjusting Cutler's tie, running his hand down the soft fabric once he had finished, slowly letting it drop back against Cutler's chest.

Cutler looked up, meeting Hal's gaze once more. "I've missed you,"

Hal stared back, letting down his defences, "I've missed us…"