Henry would consider himself a good dad.

They lived in county Cork, owned a really nice how which was possibly the cosiest house on earth, his wife was a music teacher, he was an astrological, he had two sons and one daughter.

But even better, he interacted with his children.

If they requested him to play a game, help them with lessons, or simply tuck them in, he'd be right on it with no argument.

So here they were, having a normal day.

It was just after school, his wife was doing music lessons for kids in her office, the sound giving the place an odd backdrop. Henry was trying to multitask between helping his eleven year old son with homework and somehow keeping his five year old daughter from touching the oven.