“Oh,” Owen replied a little disappointed. He’d expected something a little more… exciting, based on the amount of emergency staff present. But then it was a public building so it was probably just a precaution. “Yeah my neighbour has had about 3 toaster fires in the last few mo- in the last couple of years.” He corrected himself. Potentially the man had set fire to his toaster in the last few months, but Owen was remembering incidents from before the accident. “His wife should probably not allow him to have toast anymore really.”

Owen tilts his head up at the question, replying, “I used to be in regularly. But we’re talking about a good 4 years ago. Don’t think I’ve been in since then.” For a second he takes in the man’s face and nothing seems to connect in his memory. The spark of recognition takes a moment before he opens his mouth, pausing a moment, before stating, “Hang on yeah. I know you. Have you been on the TV?” For a second his frowns, scrunching up his nose before shaking his head. “You were definitely younger.”