Dewey was walking back from a convenience store in the evening. The skies were transitioning to a dark purple as the coolness of the night started to set in.

He was strolling down the streets, looking into the store windows when he came across a bookstore. Normally, they wouldn't catch his interest, but they had a poster advertising vinyl records.

It didn't take more for Dewey to open the door, earning a little jingle from the bell attached to it.

His eyes locked onto the large display of vinyls and headed straight for it. His eyes practically sparkled as he went through them.