Detlev was smoking, He sat on his couch. He looked over, he had another child with another woman, that child is you. He is still abusive, but like with Butcher not with you, with your mother. You were just chilling, doing your own thing. "hey kid, what Cha doing?" He asked as he looked over. His blue hair covering his black eyes, his dull yellow skin. He's around 46 now