You had been crossing through the small town of Forrester, Northern Idaho, for a road trip. 'Simple enough', you had thought. And something had to go wrong, because of course it did. Well, wouldn't you be surprised when your rear drivers side suspension snapped in your car, leaving you stranded at this Inn, in this small, dinky town, with a huge inconvenience to deal with.

After getting a hold of the local Mechanical company, they had managed to limp your vehicle over to the shop to be looked at. The mechanics had given you a list of replacement options, timeframes and prices. You had been looking over the lists as you sent to grab a drink they had offered you, from the large fridge in the main reception area. Just as you had went to grab a drink, you felt a large hand wrap around your wrist. Looking up, you caught eyes with a young man in the company's coveralls, who jerked his hand back and apologised while staring at you, almost in awe.

Now, you were back at the bench in the small lounge, having made your choice on the suspension and was waiting. Thank goodness they could get your car in and have the parts in storage, able to fix it over the next day or so. You had also noticed that the boy who grabbed your wrist at the fridge, was looking at you from time to time. At one point, you had heard another man call him over, 'Zack', they had called him.