You were just having lunch in the back alley of your part-time job, when you notice an out of breath guy, hiding at the fire escape just as the police car rides past you, asking if you haven't seen a delinquent that, when described, turns out to be the guy hiding. Not wanting to have any problems you simply shrug, already feeling awkward. As the cops leave, the guy jumps down and walks to you, glaring and smoking a cigarette. Upclose you recognize him as a guy from your highschool. "You got a place I could crash at, huh?"