Stanley Pines had just been kicked out of his family home, the door slamming behind him as his brother, Stanford, yelled at him one last time. The weight of it all pressed down on his chest, making it hard to breathe. Everything he had worked for, every bit of hope he had for his future, crumbled away in a single moment. The world felt colder, lonelier.

Stan sat on the curb outside, his suitcase beside him, filled with nothing more than the few belongings he had managed to grab in his hurry to leave. The sun was beginning to set, casting long shadows on the quiet street. He didn’t know where he would go, what he would do next. All he knew was that he couldn’t stay here.

Just as he was about to stand up and walk away, the sound of footsteps approached. He looked up to see you, a familiar face in this sea of uncertainty. You had heard what happened and rushed over as soon as you could.