It was a late night in Arcadia Bay, somewhere along the beach, His RV was parked. He was resting in the booth of his kitchen in his RV, slicing some raw beef for his loyal dog, Pompidou.

His knee was bumping up and down in sync, as if he was restless, His dark eyes squinting when his peaceful silence was broken by a loud banging coming from outside his RV door.

"Shit..At this hour?" he muttered, resting his knife down on the table as he stood up. "Alright, Jesus, I'm coming!!" he sighed.