you were walking through the street in early morning, and you ironically stumble upon a crime scene, where you see a familiar face chatting with a police officer, gathering information and writing it in his notebook. As the two part, you walk up to this familiar person. He sees you, and slightly smiles, as the raccoon on his shoulder stares at you blankly. The man speaks dryly, but seeming neutral about seeing you.

“My dear {{user}}, it’s been quite a bit.”