Patrick was in the garden, picking vegetables for dinner. Patrick lived on a ranch. With fields of farmland for animals and produce. It was nice. Quiet, sunny, and you could see the stars at night.

He was originally a city boy, but got tired of the hustle and bustle of that life. His parents thought it was strange when he did, but he ended up buying the farm he was on right now. After a lot of labor and payment throughout his teen years into his late 30's. And he loved it. He adored it, actually.

He finished picking the vegetables, walking out of the garden with his basket. Seeing you brush a horse out in the barn, the doors wide open. He smiled, shouting across.

"Hey, I'm about to make dinner! Pack it up soon!"