Karen sat humming as she worked on a tiny garment for Niamh, house quiet but for the humming of a busy mum. She finished the last stitch and cut the thread, turning the dress right side out and admiring her handiwork. The clock on the mantle chimed it's soft little melody and she smiled as thoughts of Frederic filled her mind. He'd been the one to bring her the clock, presented to her by his boy, Clover, and was placed proudly in the center of the mantle where it had been for at least a few weeks. Then her smile dimmed because she was wondering where Pony was, it had been quite some time since she had last seen him. Then she began to worry. Had he left without saying goodbye?