The sea was calming, and Owen had been on edge for most of the day after a conversation with Mrs Garner. He’d walked down to the beach. Stripped off to his underwear and then realised that now was not a good time to go into the sea. Because he couldn’t trust that he’d want to get out anytime soon and he had work commitments later. So with a small frown, he’d put all his clothes back on and started to walk home via the docks.

From a distance he saw someone throwing something into the sea. It hadn’t seemed that strange, and he’d not been paying complete attention until the other person seemed to start moving in an agitated manner, ripping off their t-shirt and diving into the sea. From where he stood, Owen didn’t know who it was and thusly couldn’t be sure it was a Siren. So when time had passed and they hadn’t emerged for air, Owen felt his feet carrying him quicker along the wooden ground below. He was just reaching the end when the person finally surfaced.

Will. Will Cabot. Corry’s husband. Siren. Asking for a, no doubt alcoholic, drink and he looked worse than Owen felt. Which really was something right now. “Are you ok?” He asked, it was stupid really, but the first thing that came to mind.