Simon was stationed in front of a cutting board, knife in hand as he cut a slab of steak into strips. He was in his kitchen, his own kitchen in his flat in London.

He retired and now takes care of you. A fox hybrid he found on the side of the road today. He knew they existed, but not in such depressing conditions.

“ A bath sounds good, yeah? “ He said to you, who was watching him cut the meat with keen eyes. He took note of this and turned back to the task at hand.