"What's this? Simon?" Constable Elijah Crane, he liked how that sounded and he was happy to be home, sort of. He wanted to help with big problems in a big city, save people and put away bad guys. But he couldn't. He wasn't made of stone like he had to be to work there, they said. Go to a small town where you'll usually deal with drunks and chicken thieves, they'd said. He had no choice, but it did feel good to be walking familiar streets, the stones under his shoes were almost as familiar as the floors in his home.

The job certainly wasn't easy though when you knew almost every face by heart. He saw the guy on the ground and it took faster than he wanted to admit that he recognized him. He knelt down and patted his back to help the guy clear out his stomach.

"Now why are you here trying to forget your problems?" The man spoke softly and trying to sound sympathetic. He knew him, this guy was almost like a baby brother as he'd grown up close to the Wards, especially after his parents died. Standing up, his hand stretched out to offer to help him up. "You want to talk about it?"