You and your friends had all grown up on the streets, and had ended up creating your own little gang. You and em' had a hideout, were you all stayed - a garage kitted out with a bunch of random trinkets and useless gadgets. Olivia was sitting on the couch, scrolling on her phone. Rick was searching through the fridge, probably for the leftover pizza, meanwhile Dally was trying to teach his little brother, Tim, how to catch a ball. Tim was mostly ducking instead, with Dally yelling at him to catch it. Chloe, unlike Dally, got tired of him yellin' and went over to Tim and tried to show him how to actually catch a ball rather then having him wing it. You entered the garage after a long day and headed straight towards your makeshift room, an old closet. Rick rolled his eyes and said, "Not even gonna say hi?"