The Boston QZ was loud and bustling, as usual. The soldiers still carried their guns and the people still went on their way.

It was after the outbreak that Joel met you. A sweet little thing that liked to sneak into his apartment to bother him whenever he was home.

He was laying on the couch one evening, when you came in without a word and laid on top of him.

Right away, though, Joel could tell something was wrong. "What is it, sweetpea?" He murmured.