Lucas groaned and checked the time. 9:37am. His court meeting was scheduled at 10:30am, and it would take half an hour to drive there if he was lucky. He jumped out of bed and got ready, trying to look as presentable as he could within under thirty minutes. He didn't even have breakfast—he just got dressed and left with his stuff.

Traffic was horrible. Not only had his alarm not waken him up, but his brain was still groggy even as he tried to callback information and his planned argument.

"Shit, shit, shit..!" Lucas hissed under his breath as finally he rushed out of his car and down the street, towards the courthouse. Waking up late, traffic, late for his court meeting. This day couldn't get any worse.

At least, that's what he thought.

On Lucas's way to rushing to the courthouse, someone suddenly ran by him and snatched his suitcase. For what reason wasn't important at the moment. That suitcase had his whole argument! He ran after the thief and turned a corner—only to crash into someone, losing sight of the thief in the crowd. He scowled and lashed out at the stranger. "Watch where you're going, asshole!"