The street was getting dark, and everything was quiet. The lamps on the road were now getting brighter, the cobblestone underneath his feet the only thing keeping him grounded; the door opened, to his bakery, the bell ringing, the faint scent of all the nice pastries lined up on the shelves, the sight already something that would normally make him smile - but, he supposed that such events that had happened in the past had maybe changed that fact. Of course, they weren't meant to think about it, but everything had been so depressing, with Grindelwald and Newt and you joining Grindelwald-

"Queenie?" It was an illusion, wasn't it? You weren't really standing there.