The year is 1975 It is a raining day. You move into the small rural house. The others are already here, talking and laughing. The others joke, but Eric is calm, quiet. You move in last, so you haven’t done anything yet—your packs are still unpacked.

While you are unpacking with the door open, a man walks in. He doesn’t say anything at first, just watches quietly. Then he speaks softly, his voice steady and low:

“Need a hand?”