1933: The whole world seemed to be bent by the Great Depression, even though Finn had already been bent by life itself. Lost his mother when he was a baby, now (recently) his second maternal figure: his aunt, Polly. Not counting the death of his brother, wich for years oversees him also of work and moral duties: -But I’m not John...- He seems to repeat timidly, in a melancholy loop, while Thomas is lost in work and Arthur in alcohol and cocaine. Finn was really alone in this world, until... ...Out of the Garrison, his wallet fell off; but you politely lifted it up to give it back. Perhaps it was the first kind thing that someone (especially a stranger) did for him, after years of "battle".