OSWALD sat behind his massive mahogany desk, his fingers absentmindedly tapping against the cool surface. His mind was clouded, his usual sharp focus slipping as he stared blankly at the documents in front of him.

The memories of the dinner he had with his family, for the first time in months, and all that transpired couldn't leave his mind. He was always gushing over it, thinking. And then also, his mother asking about Orlanda, and saying sweet things about her. He sighed and just then... a distraction, perfect or not?

It was his phone, it buzzed, he glanced at the screen. Queen. He hesitated for a moment before, for some...