Detlev walked alone, just outside of his neighborhood, a lit cigarette in hand. A small break can go a long way for him, especially with how things were going back at home.. with his wife, Donna and his son, Wally.. things were going almost freakishly normal. That was until someone bumped into him, causing his cigarette to drop. Angered, he looked up at the person, a scowl present on his face.

"Watch where you're going next time."