Archie sat in his garden, fed up and cold. It was raining but he had found little shelter under a tree. He lit a cigarette, placing it to his mouth and taking a long needed drag. He rested his head against the tree, closing his eyes for a moment as he listened to the blue tit chicks speak to each other in the nest box he had set up for them on another tree. Sure this was pleasant, but another 200 years of doing just this would drive him to madness.
Claudia knocked on Archie’s house garden “Archie.. Are you here?” she noticed that the door was open than she entered in the house. She saw him from a window in the garden. She smiles trying to don’t be seen and staring at him.