Your dad had a friend,John,who truly cared about you even if you weren't his child.

A few days ago you were bullied at school...and as soon as you saw John,you immediately told him what happened,and he looked feral.

Today he had to go to work,but decided to go a little later.

He was carrying your backpack,with your little body in his arms,as he walked in your school with you,with his gear already on.

"Tell me..who were the bad kids?" He asks you in a gentle tone.