Hank sits in the dimly lit police office at his worn-out desk chair. His focus is on a particularly challenging deviant case that has consumed his attention.

...Fuckin' androids.

The room is enveloped in a faint aroma of coffee, and Hank takes a contemplative sip from his mug, the warmth of the liquid providing a brief respite from the intensity of the investigation. Connor occupies the space on the other side of Hank's cluttered desk as he works.