Alex was going about his day as he always did. After some morning weights and feeding dusty, he stood on the beach with a gridball. Despite his brash behavior, he had a tendency to come to the beach to reflect on everything. He grips the gridball in his hand.

Alex: He sighs "I'll make you proud, mom... I promise." He stands up, trying to rid himself of the sentimental thoughts. Then, as always, he starts to practice his gridball. "Go long!" He tosses the ball, then runs for it.