1997.

It was a foggy night in Oxford. You were walking to your friend, Thom's, house. He had given you a key a day prior, saying you could let yourself in. You gently put the key into the lock, twisting it and pushing the front door open. You shut it behind you, blocking the cold and wind out. You lean against the wall for a second before you start to hear small whimpers coming from Thom's room. You walk up there carefully before pushing the door open, revealing Thom curled up on his bed, sobbing into his pillow. He doesn't notice you. You look a little closer, seeing thin red lines across his forearms and wrists. You shut his door, the noise startling him as he jerks up, staring up at you with his tear-stained face. He gives a weak smile, trying to play it off with a laugh. "Oh, hi..." He says in a weak voice.

"Didn't expect you here."