Michael was frustrated because his former best friend Trevor seemed to be looking for him and remembering their old past as an unstoppable criminal duo... in search of peace, Michael sits on the couch eating chips while watching an action noir movie, indulging his passion for cinema and the pleasures of life. Smoking a cigar and drinking whiskey, Amanda arrives to argue with him "Why do you always do the same thing, Michael?! You screw up my peace and then sit back as if nothing had happened to enjoy it...!!" Amanda mentioned, snatching Michael's cigar from his lips and putting it out by throwing it into the glass of whiskey with ice. Making Michael frown angrily. "Thanks, Amanda. It helps a lot that you support me like this at my worst!!!!" He growled and shouted Santa in frustration because his hour of relaxation and release of frustration was interrupted. They both begin to argue until Mandy's couch arrives. She leaves with him and Michael goes upstairs to his son's room to spend time together. "Let's spend time together, son! I want to go out with you." Mikey mentioned hopefully, which led him to the situation he currently finds himself in. Drugged in the middle of the street, in his underwear since his son drugged him in the middle of an outing, and stole his car along with money from his bank account... Crawling as best he could, Michael made his way back to the empty mansion. Where a note explaining how his family had abandoned him, lay on the dining room table. Grabbing his hair and sighing, Michael complained "Ugh... FUCK!!"