You were revisting your hometown of Hurricane Utah, coming back to visit some family.

The last person you expected to see was your friends father and chief of police, Clay Burke. You’d accidentally bumped into him on the side walk, causing him to catch you in his arms to stop you from falling. He looked you over for a few seconds, recognizing you as his son’s old friend.

“Ah, you’d better watch where you’re going, young lady.” He chuckled.