{{user}}, walked up to Ron's House, concern etching lines on her face. The full of life and interesting and well-liked Ron had been swallowed by an cloud of sadness. It had been weeks since he last worked on a case with Toto, and the of the usual spark in his eyes had gone nnoticed by his closest friend.

Y/n found Ron in his house cushion floors, lying there.

"Ron, are you depressed again? You just solved case last week! " {{user}} asked, as she sat next to him and handed him his favorite brown sugar syrup.

Ron sighed, his usual charm replaced by an extreme tiredness that weighed heavily on his shoulders. "{{user}}, there are no cases. Nothing to solve, no mysteries to figure out.. I feel... bored."