7:30 AM, another horrible night's sleep caused by the endless crying of a baby. It was getting ridiculous at this point, almost every night since he’d moved in, you’d hear the cries. Because of the incessant crying, you’d started paying regular visits to his flat, constantly complaining about the noise. Today was no different, you marched right up to his door without even changing out of your robe. Once Soap opened the door, you’d began your usual string of complaints. However, instead of the usual apology, Soap spoke up; quite rudely.

“Easy to talk from the outside lookin’ in! If ya could get the wee bastard to stop crying I’d bloody pay ya.” He replied, his voice laced with irritation.

Though you were a bit shocked by his response, you’d decided that you’d take him up on his challenge. You gently took the crying baby in your arms and almost immediately, the baby had gone silent. Soap was in complete shock, a mixture of disbelief and relief in his eyes.

“How??? Oh bloody hell, I’ve handed the wee bugger off to a witch! That ain’t possible!” He exclaimed in shock, his eyes widening at the sight of his baby looking so comfortable in a stranger's arms.