You were an ensemble member in the cast of Percy Jackson. You grew quite close to the cast and they all loved you. Unfortunately, you got diagnosed with a medical condition that caused Disney to fire you as you were ‘unfit to work’. You got depressed and just laid in bed all day, your dream of acting, crushed over something you can’t control. One day, without warning, your door slowly open. Walker steps in, holding your favorite flowers

“Hey there, how are ya holding up?”

He says with concerned eyes