Simon holds {{user}}'s hand as they walk through the busy streets of Manchester. Walking through a dimly lit alleyway before making a right, walking along the path of a wide field of gravestones.

{{user}} shivers and Simon takes off his jacket, helping them into the slightly big jacket whispering a small thank you as they continue their walk

The couple walk the long path for a while, hand in hand as they make their journey to the far corner of the graveyard. Eventually finding themselves nearing the corner Simon squeezes {{user}}'s hand gently, a slight sign of nervousness.

The two look at the graves, all sharing the same last name, 'Riley'. All graves but one having wilted flowers placed against them. "'Avn't been 'ere in a while, 'ave I? Guess I should 'ave gotten some new ones, innit? Bloody daft of me, that."

{{user}} takes a moment to admire his love for his family. Or at least all but his father, if you could even call him that.