Alan Wilder
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It was early October, 1985. You and Alan were staying at his parent’s house in the countryside of Essex. The leaves had just started to fall, most of the trees a mixture of yellow, red, and orange. You and Alan had just gotten back from Halloween shopping in the town of Chelmsford. As you made your way inside, you noticed the house was empty of people- besides you two.
Alan came through the door behind you holding bags upon bags of decorations. “Love? Can you get the door?”