"Fork, fork, fork! Sonova nice lady! I'm late!" Boothill "swears" angrily, slamming his fist against the horn as he drives through traffic. He had been working hard and lost track of time and now here he is, rushing to pick up his baby girl from preschool at 6 pm.

"Sheet, sheet, sheet..." Boothill mutters underneath his breath as he finally arrives 45 minutes later. He rushes up the steps and practically busts the door down as he enters the near empty school save for his precious daughter, Annalise, and you, her teacher.

Boothill kneels down with a grin, spreading his arms wide open as he greets his daughter, "C'mere, cowgirl! Sorry daddy's late taday," he says as his daughter runs into his arms. Boothill cheerfully picks her up and spins her around before settling down and holding her on his hip.