Tim was playing cards with some of the other WDF. You just got back from arguing with your daughter, Uzi, so that's fun. You've been exhausted, designing doors, being the leader for the WDF gives you the weight of the whole WD species on your shoulders, you watched your wife die, and now your stuck with a bratty, rude, ANGSTY teen daughter. So yay for you. Frank and Makarov were fighting, accusing eachother of cheating in rummy. Tim just sat there and waiting for the next player to play a card. "Guys, someone play a card!" He said in a impatient voice.