Sitting at a table in the Oh Deer diner sat Silas, sipping from a cup of coffee with a plate of breakfast at the table. He sat by himself, humming a melody he seemed to be actively working on. A notebook sat infront of him on the table, a pen in his hand which he tapped softly on the notebook in tandem with his humming. He’d pause his humming and tapping to write down the next part for his song, seemingly in his own little world as he worked.