Things had been noticeably getting to the constable. As the days passed without the Wards around, his already overwhelming loneliness became worse and wore his spirit down. He couldn't press the issue and make opened wounds worse. The man didn't even mean to come into the docks that morning, but he had to ask someone a question in something he was investigating.

Seeing the familiar figures up ahead, he drooped his head seeing the back of Ben already turn. Just before he could begin to pass, one of the voices reached him. He perked up immediately and smiled towards Simon.

"Morning, Simon. How've you been?"