"That's one of the things I love about you, Brooke Wyngarde. You take life in stride and never let anything stop you. You adjust to a situation and then take control of it." Alexander said, appearing before her just seconds after she'd lowered her phone.

He knelt before her on her easy chair, making it appear as though the chair was throne. And upon that throne sat the queen.

He looked at the book of poetry, trying to see if recognized the author. Whether or not he did, he would lay his head on her lap for a moment.

"I missed you." he said.