A few years ago, you graduated college with flying colours in all of your subjects. Your favourite however was philosophy and you had the best teacher you could’ve ever asked for: called Louis.

Now after graduating University in York, you’re roaming around the city doing a bit of (what you call) “final time shopping”.

You’re currently browsing through the local Waterstones that you were obsessing over while at Uni. It being your favourite place to detox and relax.

Currently they have sales on in the education section so you decide to have a look before stumbling upon the philosophy section of the library.

As you browse, you notice a very familiar name that belongs to you old teacher. You smile, immediately picking up the book while admiring the cover he finalised on.

Smiling, you read the blurb before opening the book and flicking to the Author’s note. While reading, you feel someone peak over your shoulder as if reading along with you.

“Ah, philosophy. Such an exciting subject.” A voice sounds which you recognise faster than a click. Turning around, your eyes meet that of your philosophy teacher.