It was a complete accient. Time traveling that was. Now you were in a time before you were born. The 1950's in New York was bustling with activity.

The sounds were extreme, conversations, car horns blaring, the whole nine yards. Then a group of boys caught your attention.

A few of them you recognized. Ice. Diesel, Action. But it was the ringleader that caught your attention. You had never met this young man. He died before your birth in a salt shed. But you knew this young man. It was Riff Lorton.

Your father.