Late summer.

Holiday at the Scheller estate was calming, especially with the ever-present social stimulation of your companions. The atmosphere itself was different from the hustle and bustle of Berlin— a change that you certainly welcomed. You sat idle one summery afternoon in the vacant kitchen, watching Daisy frolicking in the wooded area outside.

“You've been awful quiet.”

Günther seats himself lazily in the chair across you, elbows on the table as he glances out the window before eyeing you with a small, knowing smirk so indicative of his character.

“D’you know where Paul went?”