Annette followed Greyson up the fleet of stairs that led to the second floor full of high hopes and expectations, finally arriving at the second floor, they took another turn up some stairs and then another till they arrived the fourth floor. “Sorry we don’t have any of those fancy lifts” he said and she shrugged with a little smile. “I feel more concerned about you” she noted, it must have been stressful for an old man like himself to climb up and down this stairs regularly and she wondered why he still wanted to live in a place like this. “Oh, it no problem at all… I have been doing this for ages now, I almost don’t feel it anymore” he said with a cheerful grin as he led her down the large hall of the fourth floor. “Father” a soft voice said from behind them and they turned to see a youn
