Spring had come and gone with little incident. Phil’d managed to keep his head through another season, managed to avoid the Game altogether - for what it was worth. As the thought came to his mind, Phil knocked on a tree as he passed.
He was in the park again, this time with Sniper at his side, going for a good long walk. He’d kept in contact with Lulu and her little one and, much to his own surprise, hadn’t told his superiors of the development.
In his quieter moments, he realised it was very likely because there were few outside the Game he knew he would be less likely to have to say goodbye to, at least not as soon as it was getting near time to do. A few years, ten if he was clever about it - before he’d have to move on.
He found himself outside the walk up for the goddess, and reached to press the bell. He had promised to introduce Sniper one day, after all. May as well, long as he was in the neighbourhood.
