Generation X live in their own solipsis where things like the serendipity of Soho Square exists, a place where you never know who you're going to meet. Today, whilst sitting with Jon, it was my best friends from secondary school, "The Twins", two of the nicest people I've ever met. We always bump into each other by chance, but I made certain I got their numbers and tethered chance to the mast this time. All these old friends coming back like veterans to the cause. Is it that the oldest of ties, together, could be enough to keep Fenrir tethered?