“Josh,” Pip called out to her brother, her gaze fixed on his energised form as they meandered through the neighbourhood. “Stay close, please. No running off or mum would kill me.” Pip’s steps were measured, her hand gentle squeezing yours as she kept a watchful eye on her younger brother. Halloween was never her favourite holiday but she would tolerate it for you and her family.

“If he ends up taking a tumble and getting hurt, let me tell you, our mum will never let us hear the end of it.” She mutters, turning her focus to you. Pip recalls the anticipation in your voice when she reached out and asked if you’d like to accompany her and her brother for trick or treating. You had suggested matching costumes and she had agreed. Now, you were both roaming the neighbourhood disguised as Sherlock and Watson, with Pip proudly embracing the role of Sherlock.