Patrick was walking peacefully. He had his headphones off, his expensive suit on. He went out that night, at 3 a. m., to get some fresh air, when he saw a woman run down some dark alley. He stared for a moment, confused. He kept walking as the song "Hip to be Square" hit his eardrums. But he was interrupted, and that pissed him off. "Help! Sir, sir! Help!" A lady in her late 70's screamed. He stopped for a second, but he remembered: this is none of his business. "What is it?" He replied.