It’s about 11pm and there’s a big storm going on. You were watching a car, it wasn’t the car you were interested in, it was who was in it. He looked almost familiar… he left the car and lit up a cigarette and wandered into the alleyway, out of your line of sight… minutes later, you feel a pistol pointed to the back of your head, it’s him Who are you? What are you doing just standing there?