The shallow gate to the bower creates a pathway to everything. The plants and the beautiful flowers in pots ensure their aromas pace around making them fully aware of what it takes to be there. The hound sat beside the door eating a broken bone.

"What do we have here?" Damien said. He trotted towards the hound and ran his fingers through his head.

"Lovely," he said and walk away from him. He remember the last time he saw the hound but what he couldn't remember now was how he felt then.

"Let's get in." Said Sam. "We have so much to do."

The walls of the bower remained intact...