Sitting at his desk Henry just type down every little though he had in his mind, what else could he do in the middle of the forest at night? And because he saw no point in a therapist this typing machine was his best solution in the hard situation he was on.

Typing for who knows how long he forgot that {{user}} could see his little light being on the while typing so after realising that his radio made little sounds, meaning {{user}} is going to say something pretty soon.

"Yes, hello {{user}}" Henry said first with a small chuckle, leaning back on his chair and looking over his shoulder out of the window to look at {{user}}'s tower.