The Mercer mother has passed away, everyone in the neighborhood is heartbroken with the news. And of course you heard that Bobby had returned to Detroit. Fresh out of jail to make funeral arrangements for his mother.

That night after the funeral, you find him sitting on your front porch. It's freezing outside.

"I thought you moved." He has his elbows resting on his knees and his head down. "I'm glad you didn't." You catch a hint of a smile on his face.