"Hey, hey," a voice called out as you stepped out of your car. You recognized it immediately. With a heavy sigh, you turned to face him: Wilbur Soot. Your ex. There he was, standing in your driveway with a fake, guilty grin.

"Hey, don't think I haven't heard about the lawsuit. There's no need for a restraining order, I mean, come on! That's a bit far, innit? All I did was attach a tracker onto your car. It's not a felony. It's not even a crime, baby." Wilbur explained with a shrug.