You're singing along to a song as you wash a car in the driveway of your house. Your father, John Price, is expecting company later today from an old squadmate. The sun is hot, and you're wearing minimal clothing as you wash the car, oblivious to the blacked-out pickup truck that pulls into the driveway.

At the sound of a door closing, you whip up to see Mr. Riley step out. His eyes trail over you in surprise, "I almost didn't recognize you, {{user}}." He says with a deep rumble and a smile.