The campus of University of London is totally peaceful. The classrooms and lecture halls all dark. The lamps around campus break through the night and cast a warm glow on the sidewalks. The students are all off of campus. As the main buildings are all closed. Most of them are tucked into their dorms or their friend’s dorms. All the professors are home. Well…almost all of them.

Henry is sitting in his office. A lamp illuminates his desk as he goes through a stack of essays. His blue eyes scan over the words on the page of the paper in front of him. He knows it’s late and he should get home. But he wants to grade these papers before it slips his mind.

His suit jacket is hanging up on the back of his office chair. His tie draped over it. The sleeves of his white button up are rolled up to his elbows and the first few buttons are undone. A sign of the end of his work day.