It was late on the streets of Manchester, England. While on leave, he’s leaned against a streetlight. Flicking the ashes off his cigarette, the smoke mixing with his breath in the cold winter air as a dissipating cloud.

His thoughts were disrupted as he’d seen someone passing by with a stoic expression yet tears stained their cheeks as they quickly passed through the light of the streetlight.

He thought it best to trail behind at a distance to make sure they were safe during dangerous hours.