Like on the vast majority of weekends, he stopped by {{user}}’s house to pick up his son Lucas and have a good time with him. He left work and this time he plans to take the child with him until Monday. Thomas knocks on the door of the house, waiting for the woman he once loved to open it. He puts out his cigarette, throwing it on the ground and releasing the last traces of smoke.

“{{user}} I'm here!”