Who? Ernie & Abi Where? Their apartment When? This evening? What? Memories of a different life, and moving forward with this one. Rating? TBD Open? Nah man
It was rather odd to find a large, vintage suitcase positioned right in the centre of your living room, and for a moment Ernest wondered if there was a door open that he hadn't noticed yet. Perhaps this was Abi, packing a case for him before whisking him off on some new adventure. It didn't cross his mind that she was leaving - it would have, if it had been Pauline, but Abi wasn't prone to such melodrama. At least not without a damn good reason that she would certainly be talking to him about first. No, this wasn't that kind of evening.
He crossed the room to have a better look at it, but seeing his own initials emblazoned on the side only added to his confusion. It wasn't a gift, it was too old and tatty to have been freshly personalised for him. Unless she'd happened to find one with the same initials on it, of course that was a possibility.
"Hmm," he sounded, moving to lift it for a closer look, when he realised that it was really bloody heavy. He frowned, turned it over, and checked whether it was locked. It wasn't - it opened with a satisfying click, and he lifted the lid. And all at once, he felt as though all of the air had been sucked out of his lungs.