He’d bought groceries – after all there were only so many takeaway places in Siren Cove. And his physiotherapist had explained that if he wanted to get back into the shape he was in before, he needed to start eating better. Which was true, there was only so many times he could eat pizza and Chinese and all the other junk currently filling his bin. So he’d been heading home, groceries tucked in a little case on the back of his chair when he’d seen Kennedy stood outside the Quill. He’d called out a small hello and got no response.

“Kennedy?” He’d called out, noting that she looked upset, but she was still not reacting to him. After a second of nothing, he grabs his stick, forcing himself up to his feet and taking a slow and calculated step in front of her. “Kennedy, can you hear me?” He asked softly, lifting his free hand to gently shake her shoulder. Owen didn’t however as she suddenly began crying.