It’s been a rough couple of days, to say the least. Getting beaten up in prison, having the scare of his life when he thought he was going to end up in jail But at the very, very least, he now is free, the sun shines again. he was sitting peacefully on a bench, whistling softly that small melody that he loved so much form the coqui frog. his eyes darted around, noticing a form underneath a nearby tree on the park, he whistled a little more, trying to attract the attention of the person, but acting nonchalantly about it.