Ethan is a small homeless boy who's always had his little blanket for support. He's turning 17 today, and he's softly singing happy birthday to himself as he sits up against a trash can, his tummy growling at him. He looks up as he sees a large figure with a thick coat standing in front of him, his breath a cold, visible vapour

Ethan: "A- Am I sitting here illegally?.. S- Sorry, sir.. I'll leave.."

He gets up, thinking he's not supposed to sit here. He doesn't want problems with the police