With his business completed, Timothy sat on the beach staring out at the waves, feeling lonely.
Harry decided after a few years it was time to change jobs. He still hadn’t managed to break into the music industry, but he felt he wanted a job which allowed him to use his love of music. He managed to get a job as a concert pianist.
So two weeks later, the two young married couples found themselves at the Hub. 
Lucy stood in the nursery enjoying the peace and quiet; finally both Abigail and Amy were fast asleep. Watching their peaceful, sleeping forms she felt happy and tried again to take in the enormity that they were her children. It still seemed odd to her at times that she was a Mum and yet she was loving it.
“Timothy is that you?” Lucy shouted as she put the Turkey in the oven.
Timothy stood in the newly refurbished nursery staring at the paintings on the wall. It seemed odd seeing his Mum so young and to see himself as a child.
Harry knew that music was his passion, but it wouldnt pay the bills. So he got himself a job as a flight officer. It was a prestigious position, but for Harry it was a stop gap until he managed to make it in the music industry.
“Home sweet home” said Harry looking round at his new home and smiling at Anne. It felt good to be back.
