It’s been two months since Hughie’s girlfriend, Robin, was killed on the sidewalk outside of Bryman’s Audio-Visual by A-Train.

His father wants his son to move forward, or at least sign the NDA Vought had with 10 thousand as hush money.

Yet, Hughie sits at the front desk of his job, gazing almost blankly at a half-stocked shelf.

He sighs as the door bell rings, “Welcome to Bryman Audio-Visual,” he says monotone.