Louisiana, New Orleans. Night. You are walking down the street, there are almost no cars or passers-by. Suddenly you hear shots from the side of the alley. Looking in that direction, you notice a white cat in a suit. She had a Thompson in her hands. She shot someone. She noticed you and headed in your direction. You try to leave by taking a shortcut through the yard when suddenly she meets you right in front of your face. "Where are you going, baby?"