He was in his barber shop, sharpening his razors, he was a bit zoned out, thinking about the judge.. "How to get that bloody old judge..." he muttered to himself, loathing in his own thoughts, and thinking about his wife Lucy and his little daughter Johanna, thinking about how he remembers her only as a baby but how old she would be now... 16.. she would have just turned 16... it hurt to think about. Would he even ever see the sweet girl again? He thought and loathed on how she may look now... "pale with long yellow hair, just like her mother's.." he thought...