Over by the wardrobe, Henry was sitting with his knees up to his chin, silently listening to everything that was being said. So much sorrow and anguish and pain. Henry had heard of it all but seeing it...that was a whole different kettle of fish.

Not wanting to interrupt such an important conversation between father and son, Henry stayed quiet and simply continued to listen, filing all the information away for later on. Perhaps if he had any questions, his grandfather might see fit to answer them when they were alone.