Profile SN-0186: Apple Tart

On a cold damp night, everything seemed no different than any other as Bernard swept his  long hair to one side out of his many eyes. He was reading a book, mumbling to himself while he laid on his bed. Apple Tart laid across his back, slightly peeking out his shoulder from time to time to observe while drifting in and out of sleep.    The tattered, old looking book consisted of different ways to tend to and...