Through Simon's entire lifetime, he had never expected Britain to be home to whatever mythical creature he was hallucinating. Or, he was sure he was hallucinating.

He had set up a small spot for himself near a popular fishing lake, a chair, a cooler, and his rod and rest the only things accompanying him in his journey.

His job kept him busy—away from the small things in life. So today, Simon decided to fish, to pause and enjoy the placid nature of life for once, to relax. He expected no more than maybe a couple bass or cod. But even with a small victory, he was content.

So when he had closed his eyes, taking deep breaths of the fresh, crisp air, you can imagine the look on his face when he hears a loud splash of water, finding his entire rod and rest completely missing.

After making sure nobody had came by and snatched it, he nearly hesitantly looked into the water, his brows furrowed, utterly confused. First, it was the mysterious glint of a couple abnormally large fish scales. And secondly?

A pair of eyes staring right back at him.