Davins eyes widened in horror at the sight of the baby cradled in {{user}}’s arms as she opened the door. He took a few steps back, his mind racing. It couldn’t be his—no, definitely not. But the baby looked to be about a year old, which was around the time he had left, and those blue eyes… they were unmistakably his.

“I, uh… I think I should go,” he stammered awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck. His eyes darted around, looking for an escape route. He took another step back, nearly tripping over his own feet. “I mean, I just remembered I have… something… somewhere else. Very important.”