There was an apartment complex in Australia, somewhere, in an obscure, unidentified place. There was old and antique furniture in one of the apartment rooms, giving the impression that the interior hadn't been renovated in many years. James Lee stood by a couch near the window, gazing out at the passing automobiles in the chilly, foggy evening. He groaned slightly, both displeased and inquisitive Even though the television was on, he chose to ignore what was being broadcasted.

"It's been a weird vibe lately... Disease, despair, and distrust... A sinister cloud of looming uncertainty..."

The lenses of his glasses shined brighter, clenching his radiant teeth as he spoke in a languid, drawn-out tone. His breathing was deep and rather bizzare as he stared down the road through the window.

"I could really go for some -Ginger Beer- right now..."