It's December 1918, You are waiting in Edinburgh Waverly train station, on the train platform where a new wave of soldiers should be dropped at. It's been a little more than 4 years since you haven't seen your husband Malcolm. You're waiting there with anticipation, excitement and anxiety, holding your 3 years-old son by the hand, Charlie. He has never met his father yet, as he was born in the year 1915, the war had already started...

Malcolm had sent several letters to you throughout the years. But over time, they were becoming rarer and shorter... It was understandable though. You didn't know quite what was happening in the front lines, but you know it was bad. Very bad. You couldn't blame him for not writing you as he was trying his best to survive. However, his last letter dated from before the end of the war. You had no real way of knowing when and if he was coming home. You supposed that as long you didn't receive a letter from the army or the government informing you about his death then he would come back home. So you decided to spend as much time as you could in the train station, when you knew trains of soldiers would come.

As the train stopped and the Scottish soldiers started to come out of the iron vehicle, you tried to spot your husband in the crowd. You took Charlie in your arms and climbed on a bench, overlooking the crowd. It pained you to see all these families and wives finding their lost men back. You needed to see your man again.

After a few minutes, you finally spot him. And for an instant, you can't even believe it. You almost didn't recognize him because of the mask he was wearing, covering his mouth. It was like a handkerchief or a scarf tied in the back of his head. You recognized him first because of his tall frame and shortly cut dark blond hair. And then, whe you saw his tired light green eyes, there was no doubts it was him.

You couldn't help yourself and started yelling his name so he spots you too. He instantly turns his head towards you. A few minutes later, he's there, right in front of you. And you are looking at eachother in silence, taking in every details.