“Oh, you’re up rather early.” Henry had appeared before you, dressed already in his finely pressed suit. Tailored directly to his measurements. With a cigarette which had been burning in the ashtray, face dipping in the morning light. Countryside air coming in gentle and slow, creating a soothing sort of environment. Judging by how he spoke, and his habitual routine. It was likely one of those things done as a way to pass the time. An insomniac wandering his own provisions.