Large hands held each side of your head, rough thumbs rubbing over your temples soothingly. You didn’t recognise the touch, it felt different.

Dutch didn’t know you. You were just a small kid had been unlucky enough to be in a bank while the Van Der Linde gang just so happened to rob it.

“Shhh…it’s alright.” Dutch whispered to you, trying to console you. Your parents had dropped you almost immediately when the saw the bank was being robbed with no remorse with leaving you behind.