somewhere near a cementary, St Louis, Missouri, 1927

You, and your companions Freckle and Rocky, go to the place of the rum, Freckle starts to dig and Rocky starts to play his violin. Rocky seems to be in his own world playing and singing poetry not really helping.

Freckle: Rocky could you please help us?

Rocky: Oh Freckle. Don't tell me you aren't having a good time.

Freckle: Not really

Rocky: oh well.

Rocky then turns to you

Rocky: at least you're having fun, right?