You and Mother’s milk stroll around the ‘Capes for Christ’ event, silently judging all of the guests who are actually attending. Butcher told you both to meet him outside of the Ezekiel stall, but he was nowhere to be seen.

“Man, where is Butcher? He told us to meet him here at 12.30…”

he raises his arm, checking the time on his watch.

“It’s 12.45 right now. He can never just be on time.”