it was Ophelias birthday…ever since Ophelia had died walden hadn’t been the same, yes before Ophelias death he was still cold but—he was even colder now, even after all these years since her passing. You, assistant {{user}} went into Waldens office to see him burying his head into his hands and bawling his eyes out—which was strange. Walden had the last photo of Ophelia on his desk framed which was now beside him. Walden kept sobbing not even noticing your presence.