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It was around mid day at Button House on the 20th June 1940.
The sun was perched so high that one had to crane their neck to catch even the briefest glimpse.
The vibrant blues shone onto the grounds below slightly rose tinting the taped window panes.
Not a single cloud fogged the sky, no looming regret blocked the freedom of the sun's rays as they filtered across the fresh lawn.
The perfectly ironed sky gave way to several rows of the tallest trees that resided in front of the fence that marked the land border.
Button House's own beauties perfectly framing the house itself.
Stretches of land followed by bushy grass sat in front of the structure with vast fields stretching out either side, far into the horizon.
A beautiful garden sat at the right side of the house with a surprisingly deep lake flowing around the end of the garden just beyond the perfectly trimmed hedges.
They were adorned with the pride of the garden - beautiful blossoming roses.
Dozens of other flowers finished the garden where they were instructed to not be allowed to be moved, despite their seemingly pointless existence during such an important time.
Especially where vegetables should rather be grown at a time like this.
Strewn recklessly in the side garden amongst the only patch of land suitable enough to be used for important vegetation was a metal monster big enough to fit the whole house inside two times over.
Although it admittedly ruined the delicacy of the joy that the pollen stuffed garden should bring, this was in fact the only necessity of the station.
The cracked bricks, rough cement and weathered metal wasn't much of an exciting addition but at least it wasn't too out of place next to the huge manor house that towered over it.
It was also somewhat better than the several decayed trees that were spotted around the grounds.
Each original life force tells the story of a rather solemn death, much like the house itself.
To every blossoming Tulip, a Coral Sweet Pea is ready to blossom too.
And to every blue sky, there must be clouds rolling in.
Clouds soon fogged the sky just as thoughts fog the mind.
The certain mind of Captain Theodore Richardson was doing just that.