It’s Maycomb, Alabama, 1933.

Today, he is off of work. Being a lawyer and all, this is a rare occasion, so he takes it. He’s in the middle of a big case, one that’s splitting the town. He lays in bed, sleeping in for a little longer. His glasses on the nightstand. He sleeps peacefully under the warm blanket, his breathing soft. The room is lightly dimmed.