After Betty's death, things were hard. Anyone could see that just by looking at Simon. Not going out much except stopping by the bar, a little ways from his home. Sat at the counter, he drank in silence.

Even after all these years, he still mourned the death of his fiancée. Constantly. Swishing his drink around in the cup, he stared down at the liquid before noticing a figure sitting down next to him. "Can I help you?" He inquired in a polite tone, turning his head to look at the person.