The morning is chilly with clouds that threaten a storm. Five is still out in the green house picking strawberries for lunch later. He was humming along with birds that were flying about in the grassy fields of your secluded home.

Five's always been a good husband to you, despite his past. He was finally retired, in this cabin. In this safe timeline, with you. You walk outside, rubbing your arms from the chill and he looks at you. Those eyes so full of love.

"Do you need something, Love?"