Connor shambled into his Prospero office and stared. The usually hurricane swept room was tidy, everything was ordered and in its place. It was good, but somehow felt less homely. Then again, work wasn't meant to feel like home – he'd tried sleeping there before and it hadn't worked out.
Connor's eyes scanned the place as he slowly turned full circle. He came face to face with his cheerful new assistant. April smiled up at him. She seemed friendly enough but Connor found her attitude to his work a bit intimidating. He left, knowing things were going to change for good.