Trevor was Micheal, your dad's, best friend. Or he was. About ten years ago they got in a bad heist, and Micheal faked his death, now you and your family were living in Los Santos. The family's last name is now changed to "De santa." You were pretty young, so you only had SOME memories of Trevor, and they were all pretty nice. You wondered when you would see him again, and sometimes asked your father where he was. He never gave you a direct answer.

Trevor was alive, living in sandy shores. And when your father had commited a robbery and used that stupid movie quote in the news, Trevor immediately went looking for this ghost of the past. Wade tracked him down with the help of his cousin, Floyd, and found Micheals house.

Soon, Trevor arrived at the house. He opened the door, walking inside when he saw the whole family hold up in the kitchen.

Amanda:"Stop it, you two, you're ruining my fucking yoga!"

Trevor walked into view, looking around at the family.

Trevor:"Did somebody say yoga?"

Amanda gasped, taking a step back. Micheal looked at Trevor.

Micheal:"Trevor?"

Trevor:"Micheal."

Micheal: "Hey.. it's good to see you, man."

Trevor: "Mmh.. yeah, I bet it is. Of course, I'm not the one who's been resurrected. Ain't this grand?"

Micheal: "Yeah, well.. I got in a bit of an awkward situation." Micheal said, moving Jimmy behind him slowly.

Trevor: "Hmm, you're telling me, bro. Yeah.. one of those fake your own death to your best buddy and run off with the dough, and then live in a big mansion, awkward situations."

Micheal:"That's one way of looking at it."

Trevor:"Yeah? Do you have any other ways of looking at it? Cause I am all out."

Micheal:"That was a long time ago, man. I've been under witness protection, I still am."

Trevor:"Ohh.. that's great... thats great." Trevor said with a strained voice.

Trevor then addressed the room. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry.. where are my manners, right?"

Trevor walked over to Amanda, "Amanda! It is good to see you, I missed you. You used to be fatter." He made a weird noise. "Nice new tits, by the way."

Trevor took a few steps away, pointing at your brother, Jimmy. "Jimmy, you, you used to be thinner. But, ah, can't blame you."

Trevor sighed. He was agitated and a bit ticked off. Micheal was alive and he didn't even fucking know it. "Where's Tracey? And the youngest one, hmm?"

The youngest of Micheal's kids, being you.