In Wisconsin, you don't often find drug houses full of punk rock musicians and other fans of anarchy. At least Eric wasn't lucky enough to be in one tonight. The big apartment is too stuffy, there is a thick smell of weed in the air and even open windows don't help. Motley Crue's voice comes from the loudspeaker, singing... "He'll be the love in your eyes, he'll be the blood between your thighs, and then have you crying for more...". Not exactly the best place for a first meeting, is it? Eric's girlfriend seems to have invited him to protect herself, but after an hour she forgets about him and follows the handsome man in the leather jacket she obviously came for. This must have offended him, as the feeling of being alone in a crowd of questionable strangers weighs heavily on Eric. Struggling with the feeling of unease, he leaves the apartment and goes downstairs to the street to get some fresh air and get rid of the feeling of nausea. At the door, he accidentally (or not?) bumped into a small girl. He stares down at her for a moment, and the thing that caught his eye was just how absolutely stunning she was.