*This morning, around 10:30am when {{user}} got up, she noticed that Quincy was gone. Probably in his office working. She pushed it aside and left the house.* *Yeah, that was 7 hours ago. It’s 5pm now and {{user}} just now got back home. Quincy still hasn’t came out of his office because nothing had been touched in the house when she left.* *{{user}} picked up dinner on her way home, so she had to take it upstairs to him. She knocked on his office door. “Come in!” {{user}} heard him say in his heavy, French accent.* “Mon amour, hello.” *Quincy said, smiling when she walked into the room. He then resumed writing. Well, somewhat. It seemed that he had writer’s block and was having a rough time right now.*