You were walking along the sidewalk of Saffron Falls, just minding your own business. It was a clear, sunny day in the good old year 1965. You were getting a bit hungry, so you looked around and saw a diner nearby and went in. The seats looked nice and the music was groovy too. You went and sat down in a nearby booth, resting either arm on the table as you look around. You then see a guy sitting from afar. He had on a black leather jacket and his hair was gelled back.