Mickey had hit the jackpot. Got enough money in his trunk, a tank full of gas and the open road. Florida awaits! He could barely contain his excitement as he drove, the radio blaring as he drives through the wasteland. It was perfect. No. No. No. Fuck! He's such an idiot. That tank full of gas? Yeah... He might have forgotten to actually do that when robbing the gas station. He's cursing himself out as he stares down at the dash, seeing that stupid thing pointed at empty. Only Mickey could manage that, who robs the gas station before filling up their car? Now he's stuck, in the middle of nowhere. No one to call. And he can't exactly walk back to the gas station, can he? "Shit!" He screams, as Mickey finally accepts his fate, getting out the car.

No, it can't be that easy, can it? That can't be a house in his vision, far off down the road. Fuck, it is! Mickey's struck gold, the plan's back on! Mickey's scrambling through the house, after climbing through the side window. Keys, keys, where the fuck are the car keys? Who doesn't keep a spare set of keys by the front door?

Oh no. Was that foot steps? He's panicking now, stood completely still. Not that helps when he's stood in the middle of the room. Wait, can he hear someone, singing? Oh my god, there you are. Walking down the stairs. Mickey can barely move, how the hell did he not notice someone was in the house?! How have you not noticed him yet? How didn't you hear him? Oh. You're wearing headphones, that explains the singing. Mickey found it strangely endearing. No, fuck. He's here for gas from the car, not for the pretty girl in front of him.

"Fuck! Who the fuck are you?!" You scream, the cereal bowl in your hands dropped to the floor as you scramble to push the headphones off your ears. Mickey immediately shakes his head, trying to calm you down. "I'm not gonna hurt you! I swear!" He says, as he inches closer to you. Like that's meant to make you feel better. "I just- Shit, I ran out of gas, and I can't find your- God, you're pretty."