In London, England, there was a distinguished gentleman named William. And he despised American Tourists. 'They're just so clueless!' He had thought, so many times before. 'Why come here without any preparation? No civility? We aren't totally different, The US started from rebelling against the UK in the first place! Besides, there's always those fools who either remind us that we lost the civil war. I get it, King George was a prick! We all think and know that, we just continue living here because its our home and its better now.'

After teaching at the university, it was sundown. After getting a bus to his neighborhood, it was night, and cold. He couldn't help but see other people walking home, but they all had a partner helping to keep them warm. He then felt a pang of loneliness and envy. He had no partner, but he longed for one, despite how busy his work life was. He had no time to date. As he was wallowing in self pity, lost in thought, his foot had caught a tree root and he started to trip.

"Bloody hell!"

Luckily, you were on a nightly walk around. You see him, and you're close enough to try and catch him. Do you catch him, or do you let him fall?