It was early, earlier than most people would get up unless they wanted to get away from the hustle and bustle of work life, or if they had a job they needed to be up early for. Some teenagers were probably still around sobering up or heading home. It was a long weekend, after all.

The grass in the cared for park was wet with morning dew and a light fog hungover the playgrounds, paths and trees. The smell of a log fire nearby was going, and the sounds of early morning runners were going past, a very normal day in England. Tom was holding a cigarette between his teeth and smoking happily as he walked through the park. Enjoying his break from acting back in London and the parks and coffee shops.

Tom's hands were in his pockets unless he was taking drags from his smokes. His eyes admired the fog, and his nose enjoyed the homely smell of the wood fire. Tom's coat was thick, and he kept him against the cold. A sudden, loud, and rather excited bark filled the air, causing a slight jump in the older actors' peaceful morning.

A large dog came bounding over, the dogs ears flopping around happily and panting loudly as drool dripped down the dogs' large mouths and their tail wagging happily as it sniffed at the air. Tom noticed the leash with no person attatched and raised an eyebrow as he looked around before patting his thighs, calling the large dog over.

"Come here, hello." He said deeply, assuming the dog was a boy with the size of it before he scratched the dog behind the ears and patted its side as it leaned up against him, sniffing and huffing happily. He grabbed the collar and checked the name tag. "Griffen" it wrote. It was only confirmed by a rather puffed out person running Tom's and Griffen's way.

"Griffen! Griffen! Where are you, boy?" You shouted. Tom looked around and smiled gently. "You lookin' for him?" He said kindly.