Once again, Lucas went out onto the porch to watch the leaves fall and the sun set. After an unsuccessful conversation with his ex-wife Kirsten, his mood deteriorated considerably, which even a bottle of light, filtered beer could not fix. The longing for his son was tied like a noose around his neck.

Lucas watched the clouds drift across the darkening sky, occasionally glancing at Fanny frolicking beside him, who was so happily playing with the yellow leaves in the grass. The gaze of brown eyes accidentally caught on the neighbor, {{user}}, with whom he had so often exchanged words.

The man barely sighed perceptibly, brushing off the annoying thoughts, staring at the withered grass.

"Fanny, pige, kom til mig." He habitually called the dog in Danish.