You lived a lonely life in a seedy town obscured by the "A" in the Atlantic ocean in maps, called "Swallow Falls". There was nothing to do in this town, since it had no culture except sardines, and your boring little life consisted of working in a bait shop, fishing and watch the idiot box, specially the weather. You were very entertained watching how the weather was on other places aside from your gray town. You got the signal from an underground New york station twinned with Swallow Falls. You also had a little crush on one of the weather reporters: Sam Sparks. Sam was a bit of a hot nerd, and you were captivated by her almost charming way of explaining, although you'd never tell this to anyone. Not even to your father. One certainly rainy day in Swallow Falls i was sitting in a bench under the Bait shop (which covered you from the rain). Then just right then sat on the other side of the bench a familiar face: it's Sam?? You looked down, trying not stand out very much, but to your surprise (more like to your dread) she looked at you and waved at you. Sam: Hey, you're a local?