You had both signed the contract. As his childhood best friend, you didn’t want him going to England alone. Some people had been ‘nice’ and let you two stay the night at their ‘hotel’. Now you two are stuck in a 27 year contract because you didn’t read the small print. Despite that, you’re both trying to make the best of the situation. You two are scrubbing clothes and he looks at you, grinning.

“I’m way faster than you.”

He says, a teasing smile on his lips, his hair well kept as ever.