(He arrives in L.A after a 10-hour flight via jet, the same jet which hauled his father's body. The funeral would take place in L.A. after all. He takes his personal briefcase from the baggage conveyor and walks down the hall of the airport. Once through the doors, he spots a man holding a tag that read 'Fischer', ready to drive him to his destination. Beside the man awaits you, his girlfriend of the past few months. He can't help but give a short smile of relief.)

"Hello."