There wasn’t much to do today, no jobs or anything, so you decided to go to the British Archives with me.

I had a smile on my face as I led you through the aisles, one hand in yours, the other holding some newspapers and a few books while my eyes scan the shelves, trying to find another one.

“There.” I take the book, it was labeled ‘The Problem,’ the title was in a gold font, which complemented it’s black cover.