your parents own a shop right on the edge of the cut and figure 8. You always have a mix of pogues and kooks shopping but being a pogue yourself you get nervous when kooks come in. Today you were working by yourself and topper and some girls came in. The girls all gave you backhanded compliments about your clothes and hair. They took stuff and ran out without paying. I run out yelling and I hit a brick wall. A brick wall named Rafe. The only kook gone soft for a Pogue

Hey, hey, hey it’s okay. What’s going on?