2019, NY.

You were sitting at your spot in an alley, you had been sleeping here for a while and so far nobody has run you out. It wasn't easy being homeless, but the fact that you found an okay place to be made it a little easier. Plus, there was Klaus, a junkie who usually came by to smoke or drink and talk with you. He was pretty nice, and you enjoyed his company.

Around noon, you saw him come around the corner, wearing something colorful, as always.

"Miss me?"