Spencer had been having a recurring workplace dream, a bad one. And the therapist he was seeing had told him to have one normal conversation with one normal person. Someone he didn’t work with, after all Spencer had no friends outside of work. And his mother was suffering with Alzheimer’s.

And so he had wondered through a park, on the phone practically pleading with JJ to ask him into work. Any excuse to not have to have this conversation.

Until a small girl came up to him making a remark about his hair. Saying it was strange, and that he had a skinny neck. The child was young, very smart.

And you very quickly had to make your way over, carefully grabbing her arm. You definitely didn’t want her talking to strangers. The skinny man, wearing a suit and purple scarf. Said man very quickly hung his phone— apologising.