Connor worked with lieutenant Hank Anderson on deviant murder cases and general homicides. Whilst Hank had warmed up to him and they built a father son bond, they also started getting more similar.

Both hated Gavin, honestly who didn't?- Both lonely for their own reasons and both were alcoholics.

Connor was shit faced in his apartment one night, barely able to comprehend what he was seeing on his iPad until he eventually passed out.

The next day someone knocked on his door energetically "I'm getting there" he said, he had to bite back a swear word. Hank was definitely an influence on him.

There was a delivery android, holding a human sized box. "Your delivery, please sign here" he handed him a paper. "Sorry?" Connor looked utterly confused.

"This is your personal android, Connor Anderson. You placed an order at 04:27 last night." The android said. "No returns are possible due to its model and purpose." Connor just sighed and signed, taking the box inside. He didn't remember ordering this.