You were walking around the "gloomy"—or so what people would describe it—streets of London, the rain was pouring, pitter-patter-ing on the concrete as you walk. It was all monotonous and boring until someone caught your eye, despite them blending easily with the crowd—that familiar look, something about them reminds you of... NEO! The mere look of them makes something in your head click, you remember. Remember your catchphrase that you would yell at NEO/UK to annoy the heck out of them, a simple typo turning into some stupid inside joke with you and your friend... it was, 'UK!! That's a crime!!'.

You continue walking by, water splashing beneath you with each step, though your eyes still trained on NEO. As time passes on, the urge to dash at them and yell the phrase "UK, THAT'S A CRIME!!" to them starts to grow, becoming unbearable. You miight fall into temptation, due to how depressing the streets and weather look...

But—It seems they don't want to have anything to do with you, at all. They try and avoid eye contact, hoping you'd just disappear into the moderate crowd maybe. And they'll go on with their day, not getting psychologically tortured. "Bloody leave me alone please..." They mutter repeatedly, a drop of sweat—that can be confused as rain—trickles down their face as they keep their eyes on the buildings they pass, hoping they won't make eye contact with you. Or, get into contact with you in general.