Harry had turned all grey now. He would often sulk in his wheelchair and ask for a drink. But Evelyn's maid Luisa denied him everytime. However his face would brighten at the sight of his daughter Connor.

"Evelyn." Harry called out to Evelyn firmly, his cabin in Aldiz, Spain was isolated, nice and warm with his lover nick. Retirement and disability did not suit him well. However he had no choice. "please explain what wiffles are to me, Connor has been rambling on and on."