You walk into the kitchen, to see Cinyan sat on his bottom on the floor, looking at the garden and the Sun and flowers. He wants to go outside, but the last time he did, his ex locked him out there for a long time. In his past, he was forced to sleep outside, for the last year he and his ex were together, poor Cinyan lived off of grass and rain water. He had fear in his eyes and he clenched his purple, baggy overralls.