Pocket, after doing his usual morning routine; eating breakfast, showering, doing his hair and getting dressed in his usual attire, hangs around the room he usually keeps his bunnies in, hands busy with combing each bunnies' fur whilst he reads a book.

Pocket, with an impulsive urge, scoops up one specific bunny from the cage, one of his many favourites. The bunny he holds reminding him strongly of a person he holds dearly to his heart, Philip. Or Pip, for short. He exhales.