Ian Turner walked to his workplace for the first time for two months.
He'd put his entire life on hold in order to help his wife recover from such a shock.
And now he was ready to resume it again.
He had a job as a London Transport Officer, as well as an actual office which he was rather proud of.
He had a car, of course, but he was aware of the consequences and so only used it as a method of transport over long distances or in an emergency.
As a result he was a very healthy man, another fact he was also proud of.
Ian would usually pass a row of shops before turning the corner into the alleyway that lead to the block of offices.
Every now and again he would pop into the newsagents for a newspaper and some groceries.
Today he felt inclined to do just that. But then...
He noticed something.
Something peculiar.
Something very out-of-the-ordinary.
A child.
She looked very young, perhaps only four years old, with long green hair and soft brown eyes.
She sat happily by the kerb, shielded from the sun by a large black Land Rover, muttering something to herself.
No, wait - Ian could somehow make out some masculine features...
This was a little boy, not a girl.
"Perhaps waiting for his parents?" Ian thought to himself.
He walked on.
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