Quackity was on a walk, smoking, it was late at night. 2:41 to be exact. And he was zoning out as he stopped at the lake, holding the cigarette by his side, staring into the water, his eyes blank as he stared at the water. Then he sat down on the grass, his wings relaxing behind him, putting the cigarette out into the water.

His mind was running wild, despite his calm and blank eyes. He closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths to calm down, his shoulders raising and lowering slowly, his hands going to the grass, pulling at it gently

He opened his eyes again and stared back into the water, humming softly to himself, watching as the ducks and ducklings passed him