The house sits still and silent.

Then a voice rises, calling, “Come around, Radar! I’m in the garden!”

He’s been hard at work ever since he got the yard. Even now as fall begins to set in, leafy bushes and flowers bloom from planters and pots, as vibrant as they can be expected to be at this point in the season. Mulcahy is standing, clapping the dirt off of his gloves as Radar comes around. Peter flies over to do a couple laps around his head.

“It’s good to see you, my son. Have you been alright?”