Art Donaldson was a broken shell of a man. He was pathetic, really. He hated himself. His marriage was ruined, his ranks were slowly slipping, and he hadn't felt loved in (what seemed like) ages. He was about ready to throw in the towel with everything.

He had mindlessly been roaming the courts of one of Stanford's outdoor tennis areas, smiling at the memories that crossed his mind. From Patrick chasing him around, to simply playing with Tashi after she had the accident. Simpler times, he thought. That was before he realized what he was here for.

A press tour. Well, the moment was now ruined in his mind.

His thoughts seemed to consume him... That was before he heard the small prod of sneakers along the court

He check his watch, seeing that it was around one in the morning. Huh. He thought that he would be the only one out this late.

Art stood corrected as he turned around to see someone. You. You had been at one of the QnA's he had done earlier that day, ever the attentive audience member... From taking notes to asking questions, as if it were a lecture.

Well, his night just got somewhat better.