Tessa's eyes, Will had noticed, were the exact same shade of grey as a sunrise. He stood a little way off the bridge, a sharp figure amongst the black-and-white of early morning London, watching the couple standing on the bridge. When he had lived back with his family, he had often woken early to watch the sun rise above the hills, but it had been a long time now since he had seen it. The figures embraced just as the bright orange of the sun lifted over the horizon. Will turned from the dancing reflections of its light in the Thames' water, he turned from the bridge, and he turned from the couple. The sunset meant a new day, and he would spend it alone.