#Manchester properties

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How to Restart After a Property Chain Break in Manchester

A property chain refers to a sequence of property sales where each transaction relies on the successful sale of another property. In Manchester, like in many other parts of the UK, property chains are common due to the nature of the housing market. However, a break in this chain can be stressful and frustrating, potentially derailing your plans. If you find yourself in this situation, there are practical steps you can take to restart the process and get back on track.

Stay Calm and Assess the Situation

The first step is to remain calm. A property chain break can feel overwhelming, but assessing the situation is important. Understanding the cause of the chain break will help guide your next steps. Common reasons for breaks include buyers pulling out due to financing issues, unexpected findings during property surveys, or changes in personal circumstances. By identifying the root cause, you can determine if there's a way to salvage the situation or if you need to move forward with a new plan.

Communicate with All Parties Involved

Communication is key when dealing with a broken property chain. Keep in close contact with your estate agent, solicitors, and other parties. Often, the property chain break Manchester might be caused by a minor issue that can be resolved with negotiation. For instance, if a buyer withdraws due to a survey result, they may be willing to reconsider if the seller agrees to cover some repair costs. By maintaining an open dialogue, you may be able to find a solution that keeps the chain intact.

Consider Your Financial Position

A break in the property chain may affect your finances, particularly if you've already invested in the purchase process, such as arranging surveys, mortgages, or even removals. Assess your financial standing carefully. If necessary, speak with your mortgage provider to ensure you can proceed when the chain restarts. Sometimes, you may need to reapply for a mortgage offer or reconsider your budget based on the new timeline.

Explore Alternative Buyers

If your buyer has pulled out, it may be time to search for a new one. This can feel like a setback, but in Manchester's dynamic housing market, new buyers can often be found relatively quickly, especially if your property is priced appropriately and marketed effectively. Re-listing your property and working closely with your estate agent to attract new interest is crucial. Keep your expectations realistic, and consider whether you need to adjust your asking price or improve your property's presentation to appeal to fresh buyers.

Be Flexible with Timing

A property chain break can cause delays, so flexibility is important. You may need to adjust your expected move-in date or rework your timeline. If you're selling, re-listing the property may take time, and if you're buying, you may need to wait for the chain to reform. Managing your expectations during this period will help reduce stress. Keep in mind that while delays can be frustrating, it's often worth waiting for the right opportunity to move forward.

Consider Renting as a Temporary Solution

If the chain break is causing major delays or uncertainty, consider renting as a short-term solution. In Manchester, various rental options are available, which could allow you to proceed with your sale or purchase without being tied down by the broken chain. Renting can provide the breathing space needed to restart the buying process. It can be particularly useful if you've already sold your property but are waiting for a new purchase to complete.

Stay Positive and Keep Moving Forward

Finally, it's important to stay positive and keep moving forward. A property chain break Manchester is not uncommon, and while it can be disheartening, it doesn't have to be the end of your plans. You can restart the process and find new opportunities by being proactive and flexible. Manchester's property market is resilient, and you can get back on track with the right approach.

While a property chain break can be a significant challenge, recovering and restarting your journey is possible. By staying calm, maintaining clear communication, and being flexible with your options, you can navigate this hurdle and eventually reach your goal of buying or selling a property in Manchester.

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Athlon by Aldar: A Collaboration with Manchester City at DubaiLand

Introduction: Athlon by Aldar, in an exciting partnership with Manchester City, has brought a touch of sporting excellence to DubaiLand. This collaboration combines the world-class expertise of Aldar, a leading real estate developer, with the prestigious football club, Manchester City. Together, they have created a unique and immersive experience for sports enthusiasts and fans alike.

The Vision: The collaboration between Athlon by Aldar and Manchester City aims to redefine the concept of sports and entertainment in DubaiLand. By leveraging Manchester City's rich football heritage and Aldar's expertise in creating exceptional destinations, they have set out to create an unparalleled experience for visitors.

The Experience: At Athlon by Aldar in Dubailand, visitors can engage in a variety of activities that celebrate the spirit of football. From state-of-the-art training facilities to interactive exhibits, there is something for everyone. Visitors can test their skills in the dedicated football zones, take part in virtual reality experiences, and even get a chance to meet and greet Manchester City players and legends.

The Impact: This collaboration not only brings world-class sports entertainment to DubaiLand but also contributes to the growth of the local community. It creates opportunities for aspiring athletes to train and develop their skills, while also promoting a healthy and active lifestyle among residents and visitors.

Conclusion: Athlon by Aldar's collaboration with Manchester City at DubaiLand is a testament to the power of partnership and innovation. By combining the strengths of two industry leaders, they have created an extraordinary destination that celebrates the love for football and offers an immersive experience for all. Whether you're a football enthusiast or simply looking for a unique entertainment experience, Athlon by Aldar is sure to leave you inspired and amazed.

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Advantages of Buying Agents: Expert Support in Property Search

In the labyrinthine world of UK property market, navigating your way to the perfect home or investment property is fraught with challenges and complexities. The path is not just about spotting the right property; it's about making informed decisions, negotiating the best possible price, and ensuring the process is as smooth and stress-free as possible. This is where the role of a buying agent becomes invaluable. Visit us: https://capexproperties.com/blog-press/the-benefits-of-using-a-buying-agent-why-you-need-expert-representation-in-your-property-search

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you lock the 141 outside your house (I know my rights tiktok)

pairing: task force 141 (ghost, gaz, price, soap) x american!female reader 

synopsis: you lock them out of your (their?) house, claiming you "know your rights." based on a tiktok trend with soldiers.

warnings: none just fluff and humor :)))

a/n: I wrote this in like an hour and I think it's the funniest thing EVER thanks

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Ghost: 

You watch as your boyfriend gets out of his truck in the driveway. He grabs his bag from the passenger seat and makes his way to the front door, a smile twitching under his mask at the sight of you waiting for him. 

Just as he steps to the porch, you close the door and lock it. “I know my third amendment rights!”

Ghost stops at the door, dropping his bag. Rights? What were you talking about? “Your what?” 

“No Soldier shall, in time of peace, be quartered in any house without the consent of the owner,” You reply, reading off your phone. 

Ghost sighs. Third amendment? Of course, the one American he dates is the one that has them all memorized. You could probably recite them in your sleep. Patriotism, or whatever. Which makes zero sense. You were living with him in Manchester. If all went well and you got married, he was making sure he changed your status to British. 

“You fucking Americans.” He grabs the key from his bag, going to unlock the door only to find you locking it. “Are you serious?”

You show your phone at him through the glass, the third amendment displayed on a Google search. He stares back at you from his mask, unamused. “Bloody hell, woman,” he mutters. 

You giggle from behind the door and give him a few more minutes before going to unlock it. You knew Simon’s limits. You only needed a few seconds of fun anyway, but by the time you unlock it, he’s gone. 

“Simon?” You call out, poking your head out the door and checking around the house. His truck was still there, so he didn’t turn back around. You don’t see any movements or even hear anything. Was he picked up by aliens? 

A thud sounds from behind you, and you yelp, shutting the door and turning around. 

Simon stands in front of you, arms crossed and his duffel bag on the floor.

“What the hell?” You said, looking him up and down. 

“I should be asking you that,” He retorts. “You should really lock your windows, love.” 

“Are you… did you climb through one?” 

“You locked me out.” 

“I went to unlock it!” 

“Third amendment rights, my arse.” He grabs your waist, pulling you towards him. “We’re in England.” 

You shrug, tracing up his arm. “Thought it was funny.” 

Simon just sighs. “Americans.” 

Gaz: 

“Oh, hell no!” You exclaim as Gaz approaches the door. “I know my third amendment rights.” The lock clicks. 

“No fucking way,” Gaz said, strolling up to the glass storm door. 

“No soldiers in this home.” 

He stares at you, his hands on his hips and that signature scowl on his face. There was no way he was coming home to this bullshit right now. “Open the door.” 

“No quartering soldiers without my permission,” You replied. 

Gaz rolls his eyes. Your home? He was pretty sure his name was on the mortgage, even if you were living in it 90% of the time. “I own the fucking property! I live here. You’re the guest.” 

You shrug, grinning. “Not anymore.” 

He runs a hand down his face. Sometimes just sometimes he regrets finding your stubbornness so damn attractive.  “I’m going to crash out, actually.” 

“Crash outside? Yeah.”

“Let me in!” He shouts, grabbing the door handle and jiggling it. 

“No!” You shout back, holding onto it and preventing him from entering without your permission. 

Gaz leans against the glass. “Remind me why I chose to date an American?” 

You smile at him. “Because we’re funny, and we have better Chinese food.” 

He glares at you, trying to unlock the door again. He groans when there’s no avail. “Babe!” 

You say nothing, finding his annoyance quite amusing and a change of pace for once. 

And then he actually crashes out, grabbing the handle and pulling, twisting, pounding at it. He yells a string of curse words and then starts banging on the doorframe. He gives up, frowning, and leans his forehead on the glass. “Please?” 

You unlock it. “Thought you’d never ask.” 

He storms inside, throwing you over his shoulder. “You are so in for it.” 

“I like where this is going,” You giggle as he throws you on the couch. 

He raises a brow, hands coming to your waist. “Yeah?” He starts tickling you. You yelp, laughing under him and trying to push away. 

Gaz doesn’t relent and continues tickling you even after you’ve pleaded with him to stop. “You lock me out of my fucking claim it’s your right,” He mutters. “Consider this my very reasonable punishment.” 

Soap: 

“I know my rights!” You shout, watching Soap approach the door. 

He stops in his tracks, tilting his head. He had no idea what you said. The poor guy could barely hear from all the bombs going on around him, and you shout through a door? Good plan.  “What are you on about?” He asked. 

“There will be no soldiers in my home!” You close the glass door and lock it. 

He approaches the front door, staring at you through the glass. His expression is clueless, brows furrowed. “You mean our home?” He knocks on the glass. “Can I come in?” 

“Nope!” 

He frowns. “Why?” 

“Third amendment.” 

“Amendment?” He scoffs. What the hell are you talking about? Is this what he gets for dating an American? You start proclaiming your rights? What’s next, the pledge of allegiance? “Are you taking the piss? Does this look like the land of the free?” 

You giggle at him, his accent thickening with his frustration. “I’m still an American!” 

“Trust me, I know! Can I please come inside?” 

“No soldiers allowed.” You tape up a piece of paper displaying those words. 

Soap continues frowning at you and realizes he isn’t going to be let in anytime soon. It’s a good thing he knew how to easily change that. Americans and their rights. More like Americans and their feelings. He sits down on the porch steps, facing away from you, rests his chin in his hand, and sighs loudly. 

You don’t budge. 

He sighs again, kicking his boots on the porch, turning back at you with sad eyes. Still nothing. He concludes there was one last option to get you to let him in. He grabs his phone, and you watch with furrowed brows as he types something in. Suddenly, music is blasting from his phone as he looks at you with the biggest puppy dog eyes ever. Not just any music, but the sad hamster violin music. 

“Oh my god.” You unlock the door, opening it up to him. “You’re such a baby.” 

He practically skips inside, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Your baby.”

Price: 

Your husband stands on the porch, rolling his eyes at you.

“I know my rights!” You shout at him through the window. 

“Do you, now?” He asked, playing along with your prank or whatever this was. If it brought you this much amusement to lock him out, he might as well indulge in it. That was the kind of man he was. Until he started freezing of course, then he would demand you let him in. 

You nod your head. “As an American, amendment 3 of the Bill of Rights says that I don’t have to house you if I don’t want to.” 

Price hums. At least they taught you something in American schools. “Does that extend when you’re in another country?” 

“It does to me.” 

He huffs, grabbing something from his pocket and displaying it to you. “You know I have a house key, yes?”

“I’ll just lock it again.” 

He tilts his head at you. You were really trying to sell whatever rights you thought you had. “Really?” 

“I’m taking this very seriously.” 

Price strokes his beard. “I can see that.” An idea pops into his head, and he steps away from the glass and in front of the door. You didn’t want to let him in? That’s fine. You wanted to lock the door? No problem. He’s got methods of entering from being in the military, after all. “Guess I’ll just have to kick down the door.” He raises his foot, fully intent on doing it. You were going to repaint the door anyway, might as well get a new one. 

You swing open the door. “Are you crazy?” 

He strolls past you. “Did I lock you outside our home? Besides, crazy would’ve been bombing the house.” 

Your lips parted, unsure if he was joking. You assume he is, but his expression says otherwise. “Are you being serious?” 

He laughs at your face, grabbing your hand. “Only if you start proclaiming your rights again.”

You put your hands up. “What rights? Suddenly, I’m feeling like this soldier can stay as long as he likes.” 

Price presses a gentle kiss to your lips. “Thought so.” 

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How To Find Affordable Housing in Manchester?

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What is Construction Management Contractors?

As part of a Construction Management Contractors, the owner hires a construction manager to oversee and plan the project. A construction manager works closely with the owner and the design team to ensure everything runs smoothly. They help estimate costs, create schedules, and coordinate with all the aspects of the project. Building Contractors Birmingham often use this method to ensure that their projects are well-managed and completed efficiently. It allows for a better teamwork and can lead to a more successful and cost-effective project.

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The Bright and Not-So-Bright Sides of Construction Materials

Are you planning to repair your house? Are you dreaming about your future 'home sweet home' If you are on it, then choosing the proper construction materials is the most crucial thing to do in the first place. A trusted builder in Manchester understands the importance of the selection of the right construction materials. Be it a new house or house repair, the right material is essential as it is the foundation of your house. 

This blog provides a window into the bright and not-so-bright sides of some construction materials. Let’s dive deep into it. 

Bright Side: Pressure-Treated Wood

Pressure-treated lumber has been injected with preservatives to make it resistant to rot, insects, and decay, making it perfect for outdoor use and structural purposes. It is a great solution for outdoor use because it is strong and resistant to rust and insect damage. This material is a great choice for homes because it needs little care and can resist the erratic British weather.

Not-So-Bright Side: Non-Treated Wood

Non-treated woods might be cheaper but lack durability and resistance to moisture and pests that pressure-treated wood gives. If you use untreated wood for your decking and fencing in Manchester, it may deteriorate more quickly, necessitating more frequent repairs and replacements, which over time can add up in expense.

Bright Side: Composite Decking

An inventive and environmentally responsible option for your outdoor spaces is composite decking. It offers the beauty of wood without the upkeep because it is constructed of recycled plastic and wood fibres. Composite materials are a great choice for decking in Manchester since they are resistant to rot, fading, and staining.

Not-So-Bright Side: PVC Decking

The low maintenance of PVC decking is well known, however, it may not be as environmentally beneficial as alternative materials. Environmental damage may result from the PVC material's production process. Furthermore, PVC Decking might not have the same natural appearance as wood or composite materials, which might be a con for certain homeowners.

Bright Side: Steel Fencing

Steel fencing is widely renowned for its sturdiness and security characteristics. It's a robust option that effectively protects your stuff. Steel fencing in Manchester might be a good investment for homes seeking both security and aesthetic appeal.

Not-So-Bright Side: Wooden Fencing

While attractive and adaptable, wooden fencing may need routine upkeep to ward off decay, insect infestations, and weather damage. Without proper maintenance, wooden fences can deteriorate over time and you require house repair in Manchester due to loss of aesthetic appeal and structural integrity.

In a Nutshell

In conclusion, while dealing with builders in Manchester, the choice of building materials is crucial to the success and durability of your project. Consider your unique needs and tastes as you consider the benefits and drawbacks of each material. Make an informed choice to guarantee that your building project will last the test of time whether you are thinking about decking or fencing in Manchester.

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Transitive Properties of The Zone

Time Quangle: Manchester

[ragingbookdragon]

Someday We'll Be All That We Need

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

Word Count: 1.7K Warnings: Explicit Language, Angst

Author's Note: I made a new friend so I made that friend a fic. @temeyes <3 -Thorne

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Other than the shivering, Simon doesn’t so much as twitch in the corner they’re huddled in. She’s cold herself, but nothing feels as terrifying as losing the man wedged in between her thighs, head resting against her chest. The bleeding has stopped though, the bullet wound plugged well enough that him exsanguinating is the least of her worries—it’s the ever-dropping temperature and the broken-down cabin that scares her.

It was thirty degrees Fahrenheit when the mission started; the last reading was ten and dropping. The cabin they’d taken shelter in was worn down, broken windows and missing ceiling allowing streams of frigid winter air and snow to fall in and continue to chill their bones. Simon had sealed his wound and managed to stay awake but with the blood loss he’d suffered and the stress, fatigue had set in, and that’s when she’d found herself curled up in the corner with the emergency blanket from her kit wrapped around his torso, his body wedged up against hers, trying to conserve energy and heat.

The comms had gone down, Simon’s radio busted in a skirmish of hand to hand with an enemy, and she had only managed to get one SOS out before the line cut off. They were alone in the middle of enemy territory, in a temperature-dropping environment, wounded and unable to call for help. Her worst fears were coming alive.

She swallowed thickly, shaking the thoughts away, and readjusted her grip on Simon, jostling him awake in the process. “Alrigh’, love?” he murmured lowly, tongue lazy and slow; he only called her love when they were alone and serious.

“I’m fine,” she whispered. “You?”

“Back’s killin’ me.”

She huffed a laugh. “I bet it is. You’re folded like a pretzel.”

Simon shifted, or tried to, and rested his head on her shoulder. “How long’s it been since I feel asleep?”

“Maybe an hour?” she blinked, looking around the room; snow was beginning to pile up where the holes in the ceiling dropped to the floor. “I haven’t really been paying attention to the time.”

“Hmm.” He breathed into her neck. “I can’t feel my toes.”

Her eyes shifted to his feet, and she let out a breath, a mixture of shock and fear. “How bad is it?”

“Bad,” he admitted. “‘s bad, love. Spreading up.”

“Motherfucker,” she laughed in disbelief and wrapped her arms tighter around him. “Price heard the SOS. He’s coming, okay? Just…just keep it together until then.”

Simon swallowed thickly; his eyes still shut as he nudged her neck with his mask-covered nose. “Got a safety deposit box back in Manchester,” he muttered. “Key’s in my nightstand back at base.”

“Why are you telling me this?”

“Got ‘bout five-hundred thousand pounds in’it.” He shifted again as if trying to get into her skin to be warmer. “Deed to a property in Herefordshire. Got it a few years ago when I was staying with Price.”

“Simon, stop,” she warned—she knew exactly what he was doing.

“Want you to get out and go live there. You’ve served long enough to get pension. You’ll be set for the rest of your life out there.”

“No. Not without you I won’t.”

He shook his head. “I don’ think I’m comin’ back, love. Not this time.”

“Don’t say that,” she stressed, turning her face to his. “They’re coming. We’ll be okay.”

Simon didn’t bother to open his eyes. “Want you to buy one of those big black Corso’s. Name her Morrigan. Let her take care of you and the land.”

Tears began to gather in her eyes. “You’re a bastard,” she whispered. “Quit it.”

“I want you to listen. I want you to be taken care of. I want—”

“I want you alive,” she cut off. “Now shut up and save some energy.”

Simon cracked an eye open and simply gazed at her. “I love you. I know I didn’ say it enough. ‘m sorry, love.”

She clenched her jaw against the wave eating her chest inside out and inhaled deeply. “Simon, stop and rest. I won’t say it again.”

He let his eyes close and laid his head back down. “Alright, love.”

***

It was at least another two hours before noise echoed outside, and it drew her from a slumber she hadn’t realized she was in; she jolted up, Simon jostling with her. “Simon,” she whispered. “Someone’s outside.” He didn’t respond to her, and she pulled away, looking at him. “Simon?” he was asleep, unresponsive to any of the stimuli around him. “Fuck, Simon?” the noise outside grew louder, and she pushed past her fear and shifted from under him, tucking him against the wall as she grabbed her gun and rose to her feet.

Kneeling down, she put a hand against his face. “I’ll be back, okay? I promise.” She swallowed. “I’m coming right back, Simon.”

She rose again and headed for the door, cracking it open and slipping outside as a vehicle pulled up; tucking behind the railing, she breathed deeply and lifted her head, catching sight of a few men exiting.

Before she could even raise her weapon, she heard, “Contact!”

Ducking again, she cocked her rifle and listened as the others did the same, obviously hiding behind shelter themselves. It had to be the rest of that enemy squad that she failed to take out when Simon got injured. Fuck, she only had one mag left and she was running on fumes herself. She had to be quick. She had to be careful. She had—

“Identify yourself, or we will shoot!”

Wait, that sounded like—

“I will not say it again! Identify yourself or—”

“Price!” she called and peeked over the railing. “Price, it’s me! It’s me!”

Soap and Gaz appeared on the other side of the SUV. “Athena?”

She felt tears gather in her eyes as she stood up and lowered her gun. “Holy shit, I’ve never been so glad to see you guys.”

Price stopped in front of her, pulling her into a quick hug. “Good to see you. Where’s Simon?”

Simon.

Her heart dropped. “Fuck.” She turned on her heel and sprinted back into the cabin and to the corner, the men on her heels; she got to him first and dropped to her knees, shaking him. “Simon! Simon, wake up!”

He didn’t move.

“Simon!” she called again, lifting her cold fingers to his neck. Whether it was her own anxiety or him, she couldn’t feel a thing and she started panicking. “I can’t get a pulse!” she turned to them. “I can’t wake him up!”

Soap pulled her back as Price and Gaz got to work and she thrashed in his arms. “LET GO!”

“Lass, calm down!”

“LET GO! SIMON!” she screamed, her own vision beginning to haze, exhaustion weighing taking its toll.

“We’ve gotta start compressions,” she heard Gaz say and he looked at Price. “He’s not going to make it back if we don’t do something now.”

Price looked back. “Soap, get her in the SUV, we’ll prep Simon for transport.”

“Aye, sir,” Soap said and hefted her up against her thrashing.

“NO! I’M NOT LEAVING HIM BEHIND! LET GO OF ME GODDAMNIT!”

“Lass, you can’t help him even if you wanted to.”

Her body felt like lead and she felt her limbs going numb as her breathing kicked into a wildness, head light and heavy all at the same time. She kept trying to get out of his arms when Price tossed a syringe his way, and a prick to her arm drew blackness into all sides of her gaze, the last thing she saw was Gaz yanking open Simon’s gear to press his hands to his chest.

***

There was an impossibly annoying beeping going off on the side of Simon’s bed and she had half a mind to kick him in his hip and gripe at him to turn it off; she managed to mumble something akin to it but when the beeping didn’t stop, she managed with great effort to crack her eyes open, only to be met with the sterile walls of a medical room.

It all came back in an instant and she sat up straight, yanking the IV out of arm, the oxygen tube from her nose, rolling from the bed. Her knees kissed the floor and pain seared up her legs as she scrambled for the door, only to fall again, but she crawled on her hands and knees to the handle. Lifting herself, she pulled the door open and leaned heavily on the wall of the hallway as she stumbled down, looking in every room for her lover.

“Simon!” she called weakly; the mission had taken its toll on her. She was weak, far beyond her own capacity and she was barely standing as it was. “Simon!” she yelled again, and Soap stuck his head out from a door about five doors down.

“Athena? Holy shite, you shouldn’t be up!” he made it to her, trying to help her, but she pushed past him.

“Where’s Simon?”

“Love, you need to go back to—”

“WHERE IS HE!”

Soap recoiled and recovered, gently wrapping his arm around her. “He’s down here. Still asleep.” His grip was steel. “I’ll take you to him.”

“I can—”

“You either let me help or I take you back to your room.”

She fell silent and let him, that was until she turned the corner of Simon’s room, and darted from his arms, barely managing to avoid face-planting into the hospital bed railing as she clambered onto the bed with the man.

“Simon?” she whispered, grabbing his face in her hands; he was so warm now. Tears seeped down her cheeks. “Simon, sweetheart?” she said again, pressing her head to his chest to feel his steady heartbeat thumping beneath; a choked sound of happiness escaped her, and she looked at Soap. “He’s alive.”

He smiled at her. “Yeah, love, he’s alive.”

“He’s okay?”

“Eh, we’re a little worried about his toes, but so far yeah.”

She buried her face in Simon’s chest, crying into the gown he wore, and grabbed one of his hands; she squeezed it tightly, relief flooding her as his fingers tightened around hers in his sleep.