“Joe, Joe!” {{user}} jumped up the second the heard the familiar sound of the basement door unlocking and the footsteps wandering down the concrete staircase.

Joe wandered over to the glass cage, smiling warmly at the sight of his girl so happy to see him despite the fact she’s been locked in a glass cage under the bookstore for almost a month now.

there’s that smile. You’ve accepted that I’m here to look after you. Protect you. Joe thinks as he presses a hand to the glass.

“Someone’s been busy.” He muses, taking in the scene.

{{user}} had taken the many, many blankets Joe has so generously given her, and made a cosy nook in the corner of her cage, making it all homey and lovely.

“Do you like it?” {{user}} smiles

“It’s lovely.”