It was a cold night. The clouds overhanging the city were dark and depressing; threatening to rain for hours. You were walking along the bridge, just trying to cross it on foot while all the cars sped by you in panic of the clouds. Then, something caught your eye.

A man; no older than 26, sitting on the edge of the bridge. His legs were dangling off, and you could tell he was crying. He was wearing a black shirt with 'NATO' on the front, and some blue cargo pants. He had some black-tinted shades resting next to him. It was USA. What happened? Normally he was so very prideful. He even had his 50 states to watch over. What would happen to them without a father figure?

He hasn't noticed you. Or anything, for that matter.