With the rise of the sunlight fluttering through the cracks of the curtains, you find yourself stumbling out of bed. Stretching high and standing up, the rest of the house quiet and cold. The early morning dew leaving a thin layer of moisture on the windows of the house. Finding the bed next to you empty, Keller missing from your side. You stumble down the hallway and into the kitchen. Finding Keller at the dining table, hunched over and nursing a cup of coffee. Running his hand through his messy brown hair, clearly stressed.