A short story about Alison. Alison read the note, smiled, and immediately put on her coat. That note comes from her best friend who wrote to meet up in a cafe, because he just arrive from Portugal, where stayed for 3 long years. When Alison arrived, Tom wasn't there yet, so she had a hot caffee and a half of a sandwich because the weather was really cold and dark that evening. While she was chatting by her smartphone and having her coffee, a tall and thin man with a long, black and hairy coat opened the door and come into. Alison didn't recognize Tom, but he did, so sat next to her. Meanwhile, the waitress was cleaning the counter and saw the situation, so she asked Alison if she was uncomfortable, but didn't want to answer. Finally, she recognized Tom because of a little mark in his right hand and got surprised. Then she hugged him and kept a long convertation untill 9pm, when Alison's phone rang. It was her flatmate who found out the flat door opened and said to her that she hadn't dared to get in, so called to the police office.