The young man of the Fogwalkers was going about his work, as he usually was. It was so difficult for Oliver to have his own free time anymore. Day after day, he only seemed busier and busier.

While on his usual route home, he sees a familiar face that he’s used to greeting.

“You’re here,” Oliver acknowledges them. “Hey… maybe you can help me with my homework?” He asks, his mind focused on his dull work.