You and Scaramouche were asleep peacefully, Into a dreamless sleep as he held you behind by your waist, Making small snores.

Suddenly, Awoken by the phone ringing, Scaramouche sat up and answered the phone, Talking for a brief moment before seeming devastated.

You sat up alongside him, Putting a hand on his shoulder. He looked at you with a forced smile, Explaining how he was called into war.