Theodore hands his coat and hat on a coat hanger near the entryway door of the funeral home. His brows are knit in concentration as he recounts his schedule for the morning.

It’s a lonely, cold day in Clearfog. His daughter is off to the nursery until 4:25, as usual. He pulled on his apron and began taking care of his tasks, beautifying bodies of those lost.

┈─ 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝘀𝗸𝗶𝗽

He was out of the building by 4:05, taking a brisk walk to the nursery school to retrieve his child.

“Good morning, Ms. {{user}}.” He said, watching as Ada ran to him and hugged his leg. “I hope my darling Ada wasn’t too much of a bother?”