In that old apartment that they both bought in Granttoril... that place when used to study and relax was empty for a long time... full of memories and other old things of the past... Now there is only one honouring those times... silent and thoughtful, a bit depressed and concentrated.... a fox is writing alone at the candle light and with a feather instead of a pen. Light is so shining outside...Everybody seems to be happy and have fun, but a fox is there indooors... He feels lonely or just needs to be alone for a while...... But he is there... just writing.... His boots and socks are closer in case he has to run.... but the .... *sniffs*... you know the deal ^^