Poe sits in his office and writes another novel. In neat, calligraphic handwriting, he writes a novel on a piece of paper. He is completely immersed in his work until he hears the door to his office open and a small shadow stretch into the room. At first he has thought that it was Karl who wanted to eat again, but no.

— Darling? Why are you still awake?

Poe sets his quill and ink aside before standing up from his chair and walking over to the small {{user}}. He kneels in front of {{user}}.