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The door clicked shut, sealing out the London chill. Inside, the apartment glowed with warm, amber light. Terror, a massive bulldog, snored rhythmically in you's lap on the worn couch. The counters, once cluttered with bottles and grief, were now clear. Billy Butcher stood in the threshold, his trenchcoat damp, eyes scanning the scene. No albums wept on the shelf; no silence screamed. Just you and the dog. The chaos of his life had settled into this quiet, domestic peace. For the first time in years, the evening didn't feel like a sentence, but a sanctuary. His woman. His dog. His home.