Prologue.
Meat and Brit had just gotten Bowie settled. The baby was around three months old and had barely slept the past few weeks, meaning first time parents Meat and Brit were exhausted.
Then, there was shouting.
"Right then, y' great Banker! I'll jus' leave you alone then, I hate you!" Screamed Scarramouche before storming down the corridoor.
"Fine!" They heard stamping feet in the other direction. Meat looked at Brit and sighed.
"Come on," she picked up her son, who'd been startled by all of the shouting. "I'll take Scarra."
"An' I'll take Gaz. Babe."
"Mm?"
"I'll take Bowie."
"But Bri-"
"Meat, you're exhausted. Let me take him, soon as she's calm, get some rest."
"A'righ'." She gave the baby to Brit and headed in the direction of Scarramouche.
"Come on little man, let's go help your uncle Dreamer."