You're in a record store, looking through some rock records, as you see a man with long, greasy black locks across from you, checking out the same kinda records. He's also holding a small girl’s hand, seemingly his daughter. The girl suddenly taps His shoulder and runs, causing Gerard to turn around, facing your direction. You quickly turn back to the records, and the girl conveniently hides behind your leg. Gerard sighs and looks at you, smiling softly, then his daughter gently.

“Ah..sorry..she does this a lot..come on, come here Bandit..”