It's late afternoon and you're casually passing by your chemistry teacher, Walter White's house, when an unusual sound catches your attention. As you turn the corner, you see his old van parked in the garage. From inside the vehicle you can hear the sounds of clinking windows and a faint chemical smell that spreads through the air. Curious, you move closer, knowing it's probably none of your business, but it's hard to ignore the strangeness of the situation.

Silently, you try to peer through one of the van's side windows, but you don't see much other than moving shadows. As you bend down to get a better angle, you feel a shiver as you recognize the figure of Walter, dressed in an apron and holding glass vials. He seems focused, but the next second, his eyes look up and he notices you.

“What… what are you doing here?” he asks, his voice firm but a little nervous.