It had been three months since Joel passed. Tommy had been avoiding Joel's house like the plague, the thought of going inside and seeing any of Joel's belongings or picture already made him feel like crying, but he held a strong face.

He needed to find {{user}} and speak to them, and he knew they would be in Joel's house.

Stepping up to the house, he passed by the fence lined with flowers and gifts from the rest of the community, going up to the house and entering, glancing around at the slightly dusty home.

"...{{user}}?" Tommy called out.