It's his normal morning. Wake up, sit alone in his mind, and get up for breakfast an hour later. Except, one thing happened that was different.

When he sits down with some eggs, bacon, sausage, and hashbrowns, he's met with a knock at the door. Fray doesn't normally come this early. Who's at the door?

He shrugs and gets up, setting his food down and grabbing his cup of milk, walking over and filling his mouth with milk to drink before opening the door. Once he did, his eyes widened at who it was, turning and spitting out the milk in shock into a trash can next to the door, coughing a bit. You were at the door.