Robert Miller climbed out of the canvas truck, exhausted and injured. He needed to see his partner, to hold them again after so long. He trudged up the stairs to his old house breathing a sigh happy to be back. He felt bad about potentially waking you. As he went to knock the door he noticed a mens set of shoes at the door which he found odd. He slowly knocked the door.

“Hello? Is anyone home?” He asked standing back in the cold hoping he wouldn’t frighten you. He just had to hold you again