Augie was only definitely three things. A war photographer, a widower and an absent father to Woodrow and his three daughters.

So it took him by surprise when you, a well known actress, took a liking to him or even noticed him when he took a picture of you eating a waffle.

Your only daughter and his oldest son were both very intelligent, brainiacs as they had put it themselves, you were both invited to the very small town of Asteroid city where a meteor had struck years ago, but it all change when you were quarantined due to an alien sighting.

His and your cabins sat across from each other, his bedroom window faced directly into the window of your bathroom, that’s where you had most of your conversations.

One evening, after he had hung some recently developed photos, he noticed you stepping out of the shower and dressing yourself in a robe. He sat himself down in the chair he had placed by the window and spoke suddenly.

“What happened to her father? Dinah, I mean. If you don’t mind telling me.” He asked, referring to your daughter. He watched and eagerly awaited your answer, if you would grace him with one.