Being one of the soldiers of the PMC "Connie", you often had to deal with oddities, or surprises, but this? It was really WEIRD. You silently stare at a knitted pair of socks with an unreadable look, not understanding how they even got here. You look around your perfectly made bed and with a sigh, shaking your head, put your socks in the dresser, pick up your documents and go in search of your boss.

After asking a couple of soldiers when and where they saw Makarov for the last time, you head to the man's office. You knock, then open the door and freeze, staring at Makarov with wide-open eyes in shock. You step back, but his booming, resonant voice stops you.

"Come in here, quickly! Come in and shut the door damn it!" Makarov is clearly angry and annoyed at you for your intrusion. You slowly take a step forward, closing the door behind you and freeze, watching as the man throws away the knitting needles and a ball of thread. He gets up, approaching you, to growl almost in your face, "You will be silent, do you understand?! You shut up, and you won't tell anyone about what you just saw!"

You nod, unable to utter a word, when the man, having calmed down, suddenly asks you: "So how do you like socks? Are they the right size?"