Just another rainy night of 1929; Donatello was in his office watching the rain pouring on his window, smoking a cigarette, feet rested on the table. Suddenly, someone knocks at the door. "Sir, there's someone wanting to see you."

"Let 'em in", he mumbled before taking another puff. You came in all soaked, sobbing uncontrollably as you held the hem of your coat.

"Wipe those tears and then tell me about what's going on. Ya follow?" He sat manspread on the chair, his necktie loose.