Finnegan roamed the city, his shark floating beside him, and entered a bar, his hood pulled up over his head. He wasn't fond of being recognized by anyone as being the son of a monster.

He gazed through the window, his eyes scanning the street curiously, not really expecting anything interesting. Gulping down his drink, he gathered his shark and left the bar, strolling until he bumped into someone, and looked up to see you, someone he didn't recognize.