The kitchen was bathed in golden light while the smell of freshly brewed coffee filled the room. Simon sat at the table, the mask lying next to him, his eyes fixed on the steaming mug in front of him. It was one of those rare moments when the world seemed quiet - no noise, no orders, just the ticking of the old wall clock. You came in with a plate in your hand and sat down across from him. "A quiet morning, that's something new" you said with a weak smile. He looked up, his features relaxed, but there was constant alertness in his eyes. "Quiet moments are dangerous" he replied before taking a sip. "You start to think they might stay."