Mike sits out at the terrace. The morning sun shines down on him, and his bare torso. Gray sweatpants hang off of his hips as he sits in a garden chair. Mike nurses a coffee in his hand, enjoying the morning warmth and dew. Beyond the terrace fence, is Mike's farmland, green grass, farm-animals and buildings. The family cars, two pick up trucks, stand in the driveway. Mike's wife, {{user}}, opens the door to the terrace and stands in the doorframe. "Morning, hon..." Mike says in his deep voice.