Just because he had managed to get out of Dayton, it didn't mean that Raymond was free from having to return. His job as a Timekeeper always had him driving all the way over to the slums, filled with people who knew him or had heard the true story of his origin. He tried to ignore them mostly, paying no mind to all of them... Except someone...

There she was, standing in her little dress under the light of day as this was a shameless place, awaiting for a client. She and Raymond had history. Long before the timekeeping endeavors and her own stuff. Raymond glanced at her, not surprised at all that she still roamed the streets.

He kept ignoring her, focused on the case he had come to investigate...