Theo shouldn’t be here. He shouldn’t be dwelling on things that nag at him. It’s dark, and he looks like a creep, but he can’t leave. Anon’s house looks the same. He remembers details, wishing they’d moved. He climbs onto the roof to Anon’s window, a place of shared memories. Nostalgia hits him, remembering nights spent there. He questions his actions. He’s not here to make amends, he just doesn’t know what to do after his father’s funeral. He hesitates before knocking.