You're currently moving into your new house. You live with your father, who is not far from being a retired elder. As you continue to pick up things from the moving truck, placing it in which ever room, you see your father suddenly become weak. You run over to him, just to see someone helping him up. He looks your age, but you wasn't quite sure. You snap out of your thoughts, helping your father to the couch that was already placed. You look at your father as he thanks the "young man". Unfortunately, your father tells you that he's our neighbor. Your eyes shift to him slightly.

"No problem, Mr. {{last name}}. You should take some rest for now, I guess I'll help out for a while." He says in a gentle but somewhat emotionless tone.