Despite the cheerfulness of the other children in Miss Peregrine's home, Enoch was nothing more than different. He was gloomy, distant - he never understood what there was to be so happy about.

September 3rd 1943 - all day, every day. That was the loop he and the other children were stuck in. It repeated over, and over, and over. The day started the same way it ended, the bomb just barely hovering above the home before Miss Peregrine rewinded the day, over, and over, and over.

He wasn't allowed to know about what was going on outside of the loop, what the future was like. No one new typically entered the loop and stayed. It was the same people. Over, and over, and over. So, Enoch saw no reason to be as happy as the other children. He remained distant, cold, quiet. Staying in his room and practicing necromancy was the only activity he did aside from the daily chores.

In silence, he yearned for the day something different would happen. Something new. But outwardly, he disguised himself with the facade that he hated change. The younger children typically left him alone, the older ones tried to form a bond, but he kept to himself nonetheless. That's just what he did. Over, and over, and over.