Blow Us All Away.

Well, it was another day in New York. For anyone really, it was a neutral day. Not for Phillip however, needing to get something sorted out with another.

Why, you may ask ? Disparishing someone's father's legacy infront of a crowd isn't exactly the best idea. The wind was blowing, a gentle breeze. Waiting for whomever, {{user}} stood at the stop — until Philip had tapped them on the shoulder.

" Excuse me, i'm looking for a Mr. George Eaker, you seen him ? "