As Hobie makes his way home from the rave, He's exhausted but he knows that he wants to talk to you about something that's been on his mind.

When he finally makes his way home, he instantly runs over to you, shoving his phone in your face. "Look at this,"

You look at the phone and see a picture of a small girl, no more than five years old, wearing punk-like clothes with a giant smile on her face.

"I can't help but think about what it would be like to have my own kids," he says