26th December, 1975

Caz sighed, eyeing the frosty window as snow fell relentlessly upon Dennistoun. He was shamelessly wrapped in a blanket, accompanied by a steaming cup of coffee. "Blowin' a gale out there..." He stated to no one in particular.

These past couple of days spent at home with his family had felt so incredibly freeing, especially Christmas... It had been a rough, treacherous few months on the Beira D., with its harsh conditions and unbearable site manager. But now, he was free. The Scotsman had missed the comforts of his shitty apartment.

An old boxing match played on the television; it was one that Caz had found himself revisiting every now and then. He sighed contently, taking a small sip from his cup.

It wouldn't be long until Suze and the kids woke up.