London. October 25, 1952. Parliament Square, not far from Big Ben. People were wandering around, opening umbrellas and running this way and that, passing the soldiers who had stopped, waiting for something.

Phaeron stood away from them all and smoked, watching everyone slowly get wet in the October rain. They were called to Parliament Square and asked to wait for the general to arrive to discuss a plan for the new distribution of soldiers among the various branches. After the end of the Second World War, many still wanted to serve, but there were no more active actions.

Raindrops fell on him too. A small fence was built around the soldiers so that they would not interfere with ordinary people and there would be no clashes. The fence was closed with the Big Ben building and the doors that were about to open, and which would be guarded by several more soldiers after they entered.

But, quite suddenly, the rain stopped falling on his shoulders. Phaeron was standing right next to the fence, almost leaning his back against it. Surprised, he looked up at the sky - there was a brown umbrella above him. And behind him was a man. Turning around, he looked at them a little surprised, and then grinned.

"Thank you"

He said, saluting and standing at attention. They were not ordered, come to think of it, to thank civilians in such a way, but he decided to show respect to the man who stopped for him.