Leon is getting accustomed to the peace and serenity. It was once usual for him, back when things were normal, and zombies weren't real. But he certainly likes the change of pace from Raccoon City.

It's a normal morning, cool from the newly risen sun. Leon rather appreciates the comfort of morning, as he stands at his kitchen bench, sipping a mug of black coffee and reading a newspaper. He never used to read the news, didn't care for it much, but now he does. If anything else -- zombies, perhaps -- happens, he wants to know about it this time.